Chapter 32

However, Qin Lang was just scaring these guys.

Today, he was in a very bad mood, and at this moment, there were actually people who dared to provoke him. So, Qin Lang made them even more miserable!

First, it was Sang Kun, then it was Big Gui and his few lackeys, all of whom tasted the consequences of angering Qin Lang.

Finally, the prison guards began their patrol.

When the prison guard came to the cell door and saw Big Gui and his lackeys kneeling in a row outside the cell, and Big Gui was even naked, the guard was utterly speechless:

"Big Fist Gui" was beaten to such a state by Qin Lang!

And Qin Lang, at this moment, was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, resting. Seeing the prison guard shine a flashlight at him, Qin Lang coldly snorted, "Please tell that fool Sang Kun, if the people he sends in are all like this, they're not even worth a look!"

Arrogant!

Reckless!

The prison guard had worked in Xiaozhangou for several years and had never seen such a fierce character. But he didn't expect this guy to be just a high school student, and even a "good student" from a national key high school. Seeing Qin Lang like this, the guard wanted to rush in and teach him a lesson, but he didn't dare to do so, as prisoners could participate in fights, but prison guards couldn't, especially with the current strong public opinion on the internet.

However, when the prison guard arrived, Big Gui and the others felt as if they had been granted a reprieve and quickly fled.

At this moment, they didn't even dare to think of revenge; they just wanted to stay far away from this little troublemaker!

"Hey—tell Sang Kun, don't send in such human punching bags!" Qin Lang shouted at the prison guard. Since he knew the guard had been bribed by Sang Kun or An Desheng, he didn't care about offending them.

The prison guard sneered, "You'll see how tough it is in a moment!"

It seemed that Sang Kun had a backup plan. Ten minutes later, another temporary "cellmate" was sent into Qin Lang's cell.

This guy was even more formidable than Big Gui, but under Qin Lang's "Mantis Fist," he didn't last long and was quickly beaten to a bloody pulp, kneeling and begging for mercy!

"Hey—police! Prison guard!"

Qin Lang called out twice, but the prison guard didn't appear at all. Clearly, the guard was deliberately doing this, thinking that Qin Lang would be in trouble this time, as this guy was even more formidable than Big Gui, and Qin Lang had already fought one round, so his stamina must have been significantly drained.

Qin Lang thought for a moment and then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey! Prison guard! Come and clean up—"

With this shout, the prison guard finally couldn't sit still. When two prison guards saw Big Gui, who had been beaten beyond recognition by Qin Lang, they were shocked. However, their dissatisfaction with Qin Lang's arrogance grew even more, and they even wanted to take him on personally. Unfortunately, they knew their fighting skills were far inferior to his, so they were powerless to do anything.

Seeing another thug being dragged out by the prison guards, the other prisoners in the cells became even more excited, continuously banging on their cell doors, wishing they could witness Qin Lang's fight!

"Clean up!"

Someone shouted, and then more people joined in, "Clean up! Police, clean up—"

These prisoners truly enjoyed chaos!

"Damn it, can't you all sleep?!" The prison guard waved his baton and roared. Normally, the prisoners might have calmed down, but tonight, their violent and aggressive nature had been triggered, and they ignored the prison guard's warning, continuing to shout and bang on the cell doors.

The situation in the detention center quickly alarmed the warden. After receiving the prison guard's report, he immediately called Sang Kun, "Mr. Sang, what's going on? The prisoners in my detention center are about to riot. How can you not even deal with a high school student?"

Receiving the warden's call, Sang Kun's face turned dark. He quickly dialed another number and said cautiously, "Mr. An, that kid is really 'tough.' Should we ask 'Steel Brother' to take care of it personally?"

"Hmm." A deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

Sang Kun breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen "Steel Brother" in action and knew that if "Steel Brother" took charge, he could definitely give Qin Lang a severe beating and completely get rid of this troublesome kid.

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Qin Lang lay on the bed, just resting with his eyes closed, not really sleeping.

Because he knew that tonight would definitely not be peaceful, and Sang Kun and An Desheng would not let him off so easily.

At 11 PM, the cell block was once again in an uproar because the prison guard brought in a new "prisoner."

"Steel Brother! It's Steel Brother!"

"Steel Brother! So formidable!"

"A fierce battle, it's going to be exciting!"

"..."

In the cell, someone quickly recognized the new "detainee." It was clear that this "Steel Brother" was no ordinary person.

The prison guard brought "Steel Brother" into Qin Lang's cell and then sneered, "You two must get along peacefully!"

Qin Lang got out of bed and fixed his gaze on "Steel Brother." This guy looked less imposing than Big Gui, standing only 1.76 meters tall, a few centimeters shorter than Qin Lang. However, he exuded a fierce aura, and his eyes had a sharp, lethal look, clearly that of a ruthless and experienced killer.

In the information provided by Han Sanqiang, there was a mention of "Steel Brother": He was An Desheng's driver and personal bodyguard, who had fought in underground boxing matches in Guangdong. His combat skills were very strong, and his real name was Chen Gang. Known as "Steel Brother" for his powerful fists, he had a fearsome reputation in the underworld of Xiayang City. Chen Gang was only in his mid-twenties, at the peak of his fighting career. Hearing that Qin Lang was skilled in martial arts, he had been eager to test his skills.

After the cell door closed, Chen Gang casually took off his jacket, leaving him in a tight white undershirt, loose athletic pants, and black sneakers. He was clearly prepared for a serious fight.

"Are you Qin Lang?" Chen Gang took a fighting stance, focused and ready, not underestimating his opponent just because he was a high school student.

Qin Lang nodded slightly, standing firmly in a dragon stake stance, as if rooted to the ground.

Seeing how Qin Lang stood with such a commanding presence, Chen Gang was secretly alarmed and began to view Qin Lang with even more respect. As a former underground boxer, Chen Gang had extensive combat experience. From Qin Lang's stance, he could tell that Qin Lang was not an easy opponent. Only true martial arts schools would require their disciples to strictly practice horse stance and other foundational techniques. Once mastered, these techniques provided a stable base, making one's strikes more powerful.

Although Chen Gang saw through some of Qin Lang's techniques, he felt no fear. As an underground boxer, he had not only trained in martial arts but also in practical combat skills and killing techniques!

Martial arts encompassed mental cultivation, health, and even philosophy, but the essence of underground boxing was only one thing—killing!

Zzz!

After a moment of tension, the corridor light outside the cell flickered due to unstable voltage, and the light inside the cell dimmed.

At that moment, Chen Gang's fist shot out like lightning!