Chapter 18: Armed Fight

Inside the detention center.

After breakfast, the prisoners returned to their cells one by one.

In the third cell from the left on the south corridor, four inmates lay quietly on their bunks. One of the fat guys whispered, "Big brother, I've already discussed this with Boss Li and his crew during breakfast. Boss Li nodded in agreement. We'll send three of our own experts, plus their two big shots, making a total of five. Taking down Luo Feng shouldn't be a problem."

"Fatso, they say Luo Feng can take on four advanced martial arts students by himself. He's tough!" the burly man with a black dog tattoo muttered.

"Black Dog, Fatso, this time Zhou Ge has also sent the Cobra to join the fray. Even if we fail, the Cobra will succeed!" a one-eyed middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Cobra?" Both the fat guy and Black Dog jumped in shock.

"Hmm! Coincidentally, the Cobra is also locked up here in the detention center," the one-eyed man nodded.

"With the Cobra involved, it's absolutely foolproof!" Fatso exclaimed excitedly, "But Big brother, what does the Cobra look like? None of us have seen him yet."

"Let's discuss the details over lunch with Boss Li," the one-eyed man whispered, "If everything goes as planned, we'll strike during tonight's dinner! Remember to bring your weapons." The so-called weapons these prisoners referred to were nothing more than sharpened blades and toothbrush handles...

Although the detention center's inspections were strict, they couldn't compare to high-security prisons. Even in maximum-security facilities, influential inmates managed to smuggle in firearms and ammunition—no system is loophole-proof when enforced by humans! Of course, the detainees here were low-level players, wielding only sharp "weapons" like blades and glass fragments.

...

As evening fell...

"Brother Luo."

"Brother Luo."

Prisoners exiting their cells greeted Luo Feng respectfully in the corridor. His feat of defeating four advanced martial arts students the previous night had already spread throughout the detention center, and nearly everyone knew of the young man's ferocity.

The collective cafeteria was actually a sealed hall with rows of fixed silver tables.

"At least life in the detention center is bearable, even if the food is terrible," Luo Feng thought, in high spirits after successfully cultivating his genetic energy the night before. He approached the counter to collect a plastic lunchbox from the guards, which contained a gray, mud-like substance.

Tasting it, he detected a hint of potato flavor.

"This must be the legendary 'biological meal,'" Luo Feng shook his head. Though the name sounded impressive, the so-called biological meal was widely recognized as the cheapest, most nutritionally deficient food in society. It cost only fifty cents a day per person.

The silver hall, tables, benches, and lunchboxes.

Scores of prisoners in orange jumpsuits lined up to collect their meals. Luo Feng sat down at a table, lowering his head to eat. Nearby, a gaunt teenager with glasses also sat down, cursing under his breath after a few bites, "Even pigs and dogs eat better than this!"

"Pay up, you owe me two cigarettes."

"What the hell are you doing!"

The hall erupted into chaos as over a hundred prisoners chatted loudly. Two guards leaned lazily against the railing outside, glancing inside with assault rifles slung over their shoulders before bursting into laughter. Meanwhile, cameras in the corner of the hall continuously recorded everything.

With a thud, a one-eyed brute sat down at a nearby table, three meters away from Luo Feng. He glanced at Luo Feng and smiled, "You're Luo Feng?"

Luo Feng looked back, "And you are?"

"My surname is Long," the one-eyed man grinned.

"Cyclops," a sharp shout came from across the table. A short, fat man sat down opposite the one-eyed man, flanked by two towering brutes who glared coldly at the middle-aged man. The short fat man sneered, "Yesterday afternoon, when we were out for fresh air, your men beat up my brother. Let's settle this! How do you plan to resolve it?"

"Scram," the one-eyed man barked, "Li Fatso, stay the hell away from me, or I won't hold back."

The short fat man's eyes flashed with menace, "Cyclops, looks like you don't want to talk?"

Luo Feng, eating quietly nearby, found the scene amusing. To him, it was clear that two powerful prison bosses were clashing.

"Forget it, you think you can negotiate with me? Get lost," the Cyclops roared with his only eye flashing.

"Damn it, attack!"

The short fat man's face twisted in rage as he bellowed. Instantly, the two towering brutes beside him sprang into action. One flipped a silver table and swung it at the Cyclops, while the other delivered a lightning-fast kick.

"How dare you hit my boss!"

"Everyone, charge!"

The hall descended into chaos.

With a crash, a prisoner smashed a chair into the camera in the corner—the first thing inmates did during a fight to destroy evidence. Without concrete proof, the guards would have to rely on the prisoners' fabrications.

In the midst of the chaos...

"Ah!" The Cyclops blocked a kick from one of the brutes, but the force sent him staggering back several steps, right next to Luo Feng.

The two brutes closed in, and the Cyclops's minions rushed over, dragging Luo Feng into the eye of the storm.

"Seems like I've stumbled into a brawl," Luo Feng thought, getting to his feet. He had no desire to meddle, but as he did, a fat man from the Cyclops's crew suddenly produced a sharpened screwdriver from his sleeve, stabbing toward Luo Feng's back. The previously stumbling Cyclops also revealed a blade attached with plastic, lunging at Luo Feng.

"Hmm?" Luo Feng felt a sudden danger, followed by a sharp pain in his back. Something had pierced his muscle, but it was quickly trapped by his own flesh. Like a leopard, he sprang up and over the table in front of him. Just then...

"Ha!" "Ha!"

The two brutes swung their legs like battle axes, fiercely slashing at Luo Feng.

"You want to die?" Luo Feng roared, realizing what was happening. His fists smashed into the incoming legs! The so-called "two big shots" sneered, thinking leg strength was greater than arm strength, but they underestimated Luo Feng.

With a thud and a crash, the brutes screamed in agony as their legs were shattered, their bodies flying into tables and chairs, leaving a chilling trail of blood on the floor.

"Ah! Ao—" The brutes clutched their legs and rolled in pain.

"What the—" The Cyclops, Fatso, and Black Dog were terrified.

At that moment...

A piercing siren blared, and guards rushed out from their rest areas toward the cells.

Luo Feng touched his bleeding back, relieved. Rumors were true—martial artists who cultivated genetic energy could punch with the force of three to four thousand pounds, making even small-caliber bullets unable to penetrate their muscles. The fat man's stab had only grazed the surface, getting caught in his muscle.

"So you were just putting on a show," Luo Feng's gaze swept coldly over the Cyclops and the short fat man, his eyes flashing with menace.

"Attack him all at once!" the Cyclops bellowed.

"Everyone, charge!" the short fat man shouted, joining in as he smashed a chair toward Luo Feng. With their leaders involved, the minions naturally followed suit, chairs flying in all directions.

Luo Feng moved like a phantom, his legs pounding through the crowd, sending prisoners flying. He held back against the ordinary inmates, but showed no mercy to the Cyclops's crew and the fat man who stabbed him.

"Slash!" A palm strike from Luo Feng shattered a chair, breaking the arm of the Cyclops, who flew into the air with his arm twisted at a ninety-degree angle.

Bodies flew, tables and chairs crumbled.

The gap!

This was the difference between a martial artist who cultivated genetic energy and ordinary thugs.

As Luo Feng mowed down the inmates, the gaunt teenager with glasses who had been silently watching suddenly waved his hand.

"Whoosh!"

A cold light streaked through the air, heading straight for Luo Feng.