Chapter 82

Chapter 83: Subjugation

Changkong himself never expected he would come to Fish Death Break. Regaining his clarity, he knew that he had been fighting Zhao Heng for a long time and had lost his cool, which led him to unconsciously use a move he had been refining for years. He was extremely regretful and wanted to retreat, but it was already too late. His body acted on instinct before his mind could catch up.

At the same moment, the silver spear without a tip swiftly pointed at Zhao Heng's body. Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed, knowing that he had to give it his all at this moment. His body instantly trembled, and a strong vibration transferred to his left hand. Zhao Heng let out a low growl, ignoring the shattered jade and the silver spear, and launched a powerful punch.

Liu Zhaoyi's eyes instantly focused. Was this guy stupid enough to block the attack with his hand?

Before the thought could finish, his face changed dramatically. He realized that in Zhao Heng's punch, the jade shattered into powder, and the punch, undeterred by the fragments, struck the silver spear. *Bang!* Changkong was thrown straight out, unable to withstand the force that even Uncle Feng feared.

As he fell to the ground, unable to fight any longer, a ceiling fan that had been dislodged by the shockwave spun rapidly and was about to hit Changkong's head. Changkong's expression froze; he wanted to dodge but was temporarily powerless. Just as the fan blades were about to cut him, a flash of white light appeared, and a thin blade pinned the fan to the wall.

The blade had penetrated the wall by a few inches, clearly showing that Zhao Heng's strength had not diminished.

Changkong took a deep breath, "You freak!"

After fighting dozens of fierce prisoners, eliminating eighteen not-so-weak assassins, and then battling Changkong, Zhao Heng had not exhausted his energy in three consecutive fights. This was unimaginable for Changkong, who was slightly out of breath, and it made him realize the gap in their strength.

"Do you submit?"

Zhao Heng ignored Changkong's curses and did not hold a grudge for the attempt on his life. He slowly removed the fragments from his hand and, as the guards broke through the door, smiled and said, "Changkong, according to our agreement, you should be my brother now! You're a man of your word, right?"

Despite his casual demeanor, Zhao Heng was almost exhausted. His dantian could provide a continuous supply of strength, but if he used all his stored energy at once, he would feel a profound fatigue. He maintained his smile to show his strength.

Changkong nodded lightly and looked at Zhao Heng, "Changkong and thirty brothers will follow you from now on!" At this moment, his face did not show the helplessness of defeat but rather a hint of admiration. "I was so enraged that I almost dragged you down with me, but you could have killed me."

"But you didn't kill me; instead, you saved me. I am grateful."

Changkong was very sincere. His sincerity was like the sunlight outside, giving a sense of integrity. He smiled again, and this time, his smile transformed his gentle and scholarly demeanor into a bold and spirited one: "I submit to you!"

Zhao Heng extended his hand, "Zhao Heng!"

Changkong firmly grasped it, feeling the warmth and strength in his palm.

He repeated his name, "Liu Zhaoyi!"

Zhao Heng's smile was particularly bright. This prison trip was truly worth it. By subjugating Changkong, who was originally planning to conquer Huaihai, he not only eliminated a formidable opponent but also gained a group of capable allies. From now on, he would have a shallow foundation in Huaihai.

"From now on, we are brothers!"

Zhao Heng looked at Changkong, "We share life and death!"

Changkong nodded, "We share life and death!"

At that moment, *Bang!* The door was violently kicked open by the police. Chairs and tables flew around like waves crashing against the shore, and a group of riot police rushed in, forming a circle around Zhao Heng and Changkong with their shields. Dozens of short guns were pointed at the two, and the police's eyes were filled with similar gravity.

"Don't move!"

"None of you move!"

Shouts of command echoed!

After subduing Changkong and Zhao Heng, the guards finally had the chance to look around the blood-soaked cafeteria. Seeing the blood on the ground, their lips twitched. Then, they saw over fifty severely injured prisoners, and their faces turned ashen. They knew that those involved in this incident would not escape responsibility, including themselves, who were just paid guards. In broad daylight, a group fight had occurred, and the cafeteria had been destroyed with many prisoners severely injured. Besides Zhao Heng's formidable strength, it also proved their incompetence. Most importantly, how did so many iron bars get inside?

The guards' scalps tingled, and they forgot to tackle Zhao Heng.

On the contrary, Zhao Heng became calm and relaxed. He slowly wiped the blood from his face and used a piece of cloth to bandage his chest wound, trying to clean himself up. He then leaned against the wall and watched the police, while Changkong remained seated on the ground, his expression similarly calm.

However, his pale hand moved an iron bar to his leg. Having spent a considerable time in prison, although his skills were not as formidable as Zhao Heng's, his experience was greater. He knew that prison was a place where people were devoured without a trace, so he had been cautious.

Who knew what would happen today?

"Zhao Heng, it's you again! It's always you!"

At that moment, a young woman rushed in, none other than Zhao Siqing, who had come to interrogate Zhao Heng early in the morning. Seeing the bloodbath, similar to the bar from the past, she immediately knew it was Zhao Heng's doing. Anger surged in her heart, as this bloodbath would plunge her into unprecedented crisis.

Her relationship with Madam Du might not be enough to secure her future. Thinking of the past humiliation and the uncertain future, she ignored the cause and shouted, "Do you think you're great just because you can fight? Do you know where you are?"

"This is a prison! How dare you hurt people?"

She pointed her gun directly at Zhao Heng's head, her eyes filled with killing intent and anger.

"Do you think I won't shoot you? I'll shoot you!"

If no one were around, she might have shot Zhao Heng. She wondered if this year was her year of bad luck, as she had encountered Zhao Heng, who not only infuriated her but also left her with a sense of humiliation. She truly wished she could turn Zhao Heng into a sieve.

"Officer Zhao, if you move your gun another inch, I guarantee you'll be like them."

Zhao Heng looked coldly at Zhao Siqing's drawn gun, a faint sneer on his lips. "Yes, I did fight them, but why don't you ask the reason for the conflict? Officer Zhao, did you take money from them, or are you still bitter about my victory over you?"

"Reason? What reason?"

Zhao Siqing glared at Zhao Heng, almost kicking him away. "No matter what reason you have, you have no right to hurt people! This is a society governed by law, and everything is decided by the law. No matter what they did wrong, you, Zhao Heng, have no right to hurt them."

She spoke with an official tone, righteous and stern!

Facing the refined but biased Zhao Siqing, Zhao Heng found Ding Lingling more tolerable. After all, Ding Lingling directly expressed her dislike, while Zhao Siqing put on a righteous facade, especially her unreasonable words, which made him despise her.

"They wanted to kill me. Should I just let them? Officer Zhao, you really hate me!"

A fierce light flashed in Zhao Heng's eyes, and a faint killing intent emerged. Zhao Siqing involuntarily took a step back. For some reason, she suddenly felt a growing fear of him. Even when facing the most dangerous prisoners, she had confidence in subduing them. But Zhao Heng's demeanor just now made her feel a deep, soul-shaking fear. If she had continued to threaten him with her gun, he might have killed her. Zhao Siqing took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and the gun lowered slightly.

"Officer Zhao, look at them!"

At that moment, Zhao Heng pointed to the prisoners being carried away and said calmly, "If you weren't blinded by hatred, you would see the iron bars on the ground, all with sharp ends. If these people didn't come to kill me, how did these weapons end up in the prison?"

A sneer appeared on his lips as he coldly glanced at the still angry Zhao Siqing. "Think about it. I was only brought in yesterday, and today, people with weapons came to kill me. Are the prisoners too powerful, or are the guards too incompetent? Or can weapons be freely bought and sold in the prison?"

Zhao Heng unceremoniously accused the prison.

Zhao Siqing bit her lip, feeling her own bias rising.

PS: Still in progress, please give me some flowers.

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