Chapter 77

Chapter 78: Conflict

As she prepared to get busy, a clean and tidy Zhao Heng was thrown into a collective cell housing twenty people. Originally, according to Zhao Siqing's intention, Zhao Heng was to be placed in a single cell to dampen his spirit, but he was inexplicably sent to the collective cell. Zhao Heng, seeing this, became even more convinced that there was something fishy behind it all. // Welcome to the reading //

"Clang!"

The iron door was slammed shut by the prison guard. Zhao Heng clearly felt a fierce light flicker in the darkness, as if he had been thrown into a den of wolves. The prison's inherent hostility gradually enveloped him, and the footsteps grew dense, indicating that the inmates had noticed the new arrival and were all getting up to welcome him.

"Playing the same old trick of using someone else's knife to kill?"

Zhao Heng sneered, "Is that all the Qing Gang can do?"

By now, he had figured out some things. Although the Qing Gang, under pressure from Du Tianxiong, dared not confront him openly, they would not forget to stab him in the back. The Qing Gang's members didn't need to act directly; they just needed to guide the uninformed prisoners to attack him, and Zhang Xiaolin could vent his anger.

Moreover, the Ding family must have been behind this.

Tonight, he would likely have to spend the night here. Ye Shishi, no matter how capable, needed time to arrange things, and with the Qing Gang's obstruction, he wouldn't be able to leave until tomorrow. Of course, the fat man could make that call for help, but using his trump card for this seemed a bit wasteful.

The lights were turned up, adding a bit of brightness to the cell. Zhao Heng looked around and found that it was a large cell housing about twenty inmates. Everyone was curiously examining him. Zhao Heng ignored them, but his gaze fell on a young man in the corner. He could sense the man's aura.

It was the lingering aura of a powerful person who was concealing their strength.

The young man, who was closing his eyes, gave Zhao Heng the first impression of being a scholar, despite not looking frail. Perhaps it should be this way; the young man was originally a scholar. Even though he had been in prison and possibly killed many people, he still retained the aura of a scholar.

Zhao Heng gritted his teeth: He didn't expect to encounter a skilled person in prison, and from the looks of it, the man's cultivation was not low! However, he didn't make any big moves. As long as the other party didn't provoke him without reason, he didn't need to start trouble. With that thought, he placed the cup and basin he had been given on a stool and patted the straw mattress on the bed.

"Clang!"

The cup he had just placed on the stool was kicked away.

Zhao Heng, who was mentally prepared for the jungle law of the cell, was not surprised. He twisted his neck and looked back to see a man with a buzz cut, standing a head taller than him, with his arms arrogantly crossed and a sinister smile on his face. "New guy, what's your name?"

"Zhao Heng!"

Zhao Heng answered honestly.

"Zhao Heng?"

The tall man sneered, seeing Zhao Heng as a rookie who would soon become a tool for their amusement. He stepped forward and stomped on Zhao Heng's bed, pointing at his chest and shouting, "Do you know the rules? Can you just put things on this stool without permission?"

"Did you get the boss's approval?"

Zhao Heng remained calm, "Who is the boss?"

The tall man pointed behind him at a chubby man, "That's the boss."

Zhao Heng followed the finger and saw the man sitting on the bed, staring at him with bull-like eyes. Before Zhao Heng could say anything, the man coldly said, "This guy doesn't know the rules. He didn't pay respects upon entering. We need to teach him some manners. Bring the foot washing basin over."

"Yes!"

Under the fat man's command, two people quickly brought over a basin of foot washing water. The tall man stepped forward, sneered, and said, "New guy, our boss has spoken. If you don't meet his standards, you'll drink this foot washing water, and we'll all have a good laugh and go to sleep. If you don't drink it, we'll force you."

"I'll feed you myself."

Zhao Heng spoke calmly, pointing to the cup on the ground, "Pick up my cup..."

"Damn! This guy is really stubborn."

The tall man spat on Zhao Heng's bed and stomped on it, making the straw mattress dirty and black. At the same time, the two inmates rolled up their sleeves and went to grab Zhao Heng. Just then, Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in them. He and Lu Meng were never people who would take a loss.

How could they accept such humiliation?

Instead of retreating, Zhao Heng reached out and grabbed the inmate on the left, throwing him over his shoulder and slamming him to the ground. Then he used his leg to forcefully kick the inmate on the right, driving his knee into the man's abdomen. Both men instantly spat out blood and fell to the ground, unable to struggle.

"Boss?"

Zhao Heng twisted his neck and shouted, "Tonight, I'll show you who the boss is."

Before the fat boss could order an attack, Zhao Heng had already pounced. The tall man, with a serious expression, quickly assumed a fighting stance, but before he could stabilize himself, Zhao Heng kicked him, causing him to spin three times on the spot. As he saw stars, he vaguely saw the other inmates being knocked down one by one by Zhao Heng.

There were about twenty inmates, six of whom were with the fat boss. Zhao Heng took them all down one by one. The other inmates, who had been watching, were shocked and quickly moved to the walls to avoid getting hurt. After taking down these lackeys, Zhao Heng rolled up his sleeves and walked toward the fat boss, who was now gaping in shock.

"Don't come near me, if you touch me, my boss will be angry!"

His cigarette had already silently fallen to the ground. Before he could react, Zhao Heng grabbed him by the collar and dunked his head into the foot washing basin, causing water to splash up. The fat boss, unable to breathe, drank three mouthfuls of water. When he tried to spit it out, Zhao Heng hit him on the back, forcing the dirty water back into his stomach.

"Boss? Any more bosses?"

Zhao Heng's lips curled into a cold, murderous smile as he forced the entire basin of foot washing water into the fat man's stomach. The fat man screamed, losing all his former boss-like demeanor. Zhao Heng didn't stop there; he slapped him four times, his face full of disdain. "I want to see how your boss gets angry!"

The fat boss's face was filled with sorrow and indignation.

That night, the cell where Zhao Heng was housed echoed with the cries of the inmates, but the on-duty guard took no action, a sinister smile on his face, as if his plot had succeeded. At that moment, a new batch of inmates was brought into the prison and distributed to various cells without causing any disturbance.

When Zhao Heng threw the fat man and his lackeys to the ground, he suddenly sensed a faint but real aura of hostility. Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed, and he instantly leaned against the wall, looking toward the source of danger. In the corner he had noticed earlier, the young man with the pale face slowly opened his eyes in the dim light.

A master, an absolute master! Zhao Heng made his judgment again!

The young man's eyes, cold and bright, were like those of a wolf hunting under the cover of night, but these eyes were even brighter, almost not human, but belonging to the most ferocious and skilled predator in the dark.

Their eyes met, and a mutual appreciation flashed between them.

The young man, with interest, retracted his gaze and slowly closed his eyes again. However, despite his attempt to regain his composure, he found himself unable to calm down. His previously tranquil state of mind was completely disrupted by that brief exchange of glances.

He couldn't believe there was such a person in the world, with eyes like a legendary sword being drawn from its sheath, emitting a fierce light that cut through the sky. The young man's mental state was now completely filled with that light, both excited and terrified. He tried to calm himself several times, but his heart kept racing, and his mind could no longer find peace.

The young man took a deep breath: Who is this guy?

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