After breakfast, the inmates were led back to their cells one by one.

In the third cell from the left on the south side of the corridor, the four occupants lay quietly on their bunks. One of them, a stout man, spoke in a low voice: "Big Brother, I already spoke with Boss Li during breakfast, and he agreed. Three masters from our own group, plus Boss Li's two Big Horns, makes five of us. Dealing with that Luo Feng should be no problem."

"Fatty, Luo Feng is rumored to be able to take on four senior martial arts academy students by himself. He's a tough nut to crack," whispered the brawny man bearing a black dog tattoo.

"Black Dog, Fatty, this time, besides us, Brother Zhou has also arranged for Cobra to make a move. Even if we fail, Cobra will definitely succeed!" stated a middle-aged man with a single eye in a low tone.

"Cobra?"

Both Fatty and the brawny man known as Black Dog flinched in surprise.

"Yes, coincidentally, Cobra is also locked up in the detention center this time," the one-eyed man nodded.

"With Cobra involved, it’s absolutely foolproof," Fatty exclaimed excitedly. "But Big Brother, we’ve never actually seen what Cobra looks like."

"We'll discuss the specific action later this afternoon when we have lunch with Boss Li," the one-eyed man murmured. "If nothing unexpected happens, we strike tonight during the collective dinner! Remember, everyone bring your weapons." These inmates' so-called weapons were, in fact, nothing more than razor blades and sharpened spikes fashioned from toothbrush handles…

Although inspections inside the detention center were quite strict, they couldn't compare to those in a maximum-security prison.

Even in the toughest prisons, figures with extensive connections could smuggle in firearms and ammunition. After all, no matter how stringent the system, as long as humans execute it, there will be loopholes! Naturally, the people here in the detention center were mostly small-time operators, only employing sharp 'weapons' like blades and shards of glass.

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Evening.

"Brother Luo."

"Brother Luo."

As they emerged from their cells, the inmates they encountered in the corridor respectfully addressed Luo Feng. Luo Feng's feat of injuring four senior martial arts academy students had spread the previous night, and now almost everyone in the detention center knew of this young man's ferocity.

The collective mess hall, which was actually just a sealed-off large hall, housed dozens of long tables made of silver metal.

"Everything is fine here in the detention center, except the food is truly awful." Having successfully cultivated the Gene Energy the night before, Luo Feng was in good spirits all day. He walked up to the counter and collected a plastic food tray from the supervising detention center staff. Inside the tray was what looked like muddy sludge.

He looked down; the food was gray and mushy, tasting vaguely of potato.

"This is the legendary Bio-Meal," Luo Feng shook his head.

The name sounded impressive, but in reality, it was the recognized lowest-grade food available in society. If one subsisted only on this Bio-Meal, the cost per person per day was only fifty cents. One could imagine how incredibly cheap its production cost was.

Silver halls, silver tables and benches, silver food trays.

Large numbers of men in prison uniforms filed in, collecting their trays to eat.

Luo Luo sat down by a long table and began to eat the Bio-Meal. At that moment, a slender youth wearing glasses approached with his own tray and sat beside Luo Feng. After taking two bites, the youth couldn't help but curse, "Even pigs and dogs eat better than this!"

"Hurry up, you lost. Give me two cigarettes."

"What the hell are you doing?"

In the vast silver hall, over a hundred inmates chatted amongst themselves, creating a general din. Two guards stood outside the railing, holding assault rifles, lazily glancing inside before chatting and laughing with each other. A camera, positioned in a corner of the silver hall, was running continuously, recording everything taking place.

"Thud." A one-eyed brawny man sat down at another long table, about three meters to Luo Feng's right. He glanced at Luo Feng and smiled, "You are Luo Feng?"

Luo Feng looked back at the one-eyed man: "And you are?"

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

"One-Eye Long," a low voice interjected. Immediately, a short, stout man sat down opposite the one-eyed man. Next to this short, stout man sat two men built like iron towers, both staring coldly at the one-eyed middle-aged man. The short, stout man sneered, "When you men were out for exercise yesterday afternoon, was it your crew that beat up my brother? Speak up, how are we going to settle this?"

"Scram," the one-eyed man retorted, rolling his eye. "Li Fatty, get lost now, or don't blame me for not being polite if I get angry."

The stout man's eyes flashed with cold light as he sneered, "One-Eye Long, looks like you don't want to talk?"

Luo Feng, eating nearby, paused after two bites and glanced over, finding the situation amusing. In his view, this was clearly a confrontation between two figures who held considerable power within the prison blocks.

"Talk my ass. You think you can talk to me? Get out of here," One-Eye Long declared, rolling his solitary eye.

"Damn it, get him!"

The short, stout man’s face contorted viciously, and he let out a sudden, sharp roar.

Instantly, the two iron-tower-like men beside the stout man sprang into action. One of them swept up the silver table and swung it like a club towards the brawny man known as One-Eye Long, while the other iron-tower man delivered a lightning-fast flying kick directly at One-Eye Long.

"How dare you hit our boss!"

"Brothers, charge!"

The entire silver hall instantly devolved into chaos.

"Bang!" One inmate grabbed a stool and smashed it hard against the camera mounted in the corner of the hall. The first thing inmates always did during a large-scale brawl in a detention center was destroy the cameras. Without one hundred percent video evidence, the details of the fight could then be fabricated by the inmates as they wished.

Inside the silver hall.

"Ah!" One-Eye Long swung his right arm to block the iron tower man’s kick, but the blow was immensely heavy, causing him to stagger backward several steps, right next to Luo Feng.

The two iron-tower men instantly pressed forward.

Furthermore, One-Eye Long’s subordinates also charged toward them, and in a flash, Luo Feng found himself trapped in the epicenter of the melee.

"Ran into a brawl," Luo Feng could only stand up. He had no intention of getting involved in these affairs. Just then, a stout man under One-Eye Long’s command rushed up near Luo Feng, and a long spike fashioned from a screw suddenly appeared in his hand, stabbing sharply toward Luo Feng’s lower back.

And One-Eye Long, who had been staggering moments before, suddenly produced a razor blade secured with plastic tape and lunged toward Luo Feng.

"Hm?" Luo Feng suddenly sensed danger. Simultaneously, he felt a slight sting on his lower back, as if a sharp object had pierced his muscle, but it was immediately clamped down upon by the muscle fibers. Luo Feng sprang up like a wild cat, vaulting over the dining table in front of him. But just as he did—

"Hah!" "Hah!"

The two iron-tower men swung their legs, which were as formidable as battle-axes, hacking down violently toward Luo Feng almost simultaneously.

"You’re asking to die!" Luo Feng, instantly realizing everything, let out a fierce roar and slammed both fists hard against the two descending legs! The two iron-tower men, touted as the 'Big Horns,' inwardly sneered. Leg power, when exerted, was far stronger than arm strength; why would they fear Luo Feng?

Thud! Thud!

Dull impact sounds, accompanied by the sickening crack of bone, were followed by the agonizing screams of the two previously ferocious iron-tower men. Luo Feng’s twin punches sent them flying backward, crashing violently into distant tables and stools, leaving streaks of blood on the floor that made onlookers tremble.

"Ah, Owww~~" Both men writhed on the ground, clutching their broken legs in agony.

"What!" One-Eye Long, along with the Fatty and Black Dog beside him, were stunned into silence.

At this moment—

"Whirrr—whirrr—" A piercing alarm blared as the police officers within the detention center rapidly scrambled from their rest areas and converged toward the cell blocks.

Luo Feng touched his lower back; blood had completely saturated the cloth there, and he felt a slight sense of relief. The rumors were true: a martial artist capable of cultivating Gene Energy could exert the force of three to four thousand catties with a single punch, meaning ordinary small-caliber bullets could no longer pierce his muscle. The stab from that Fatty earlier had only scratched the skin’s surface before being caught by the muscle.

"So, you were putting on a show."

Luo Feng’s gaze swept over One-Eye Long and the short, stout man, a flicker of ferocity crossing his eyes, which caused both leaders to turn pale with shock.

"All of you, attack! He’s injured," One-Eye Long roared.

"Everyone, charge!" the short, stout man yelled just as he himself grabbed a stool and hurled it forward. Once the leaders engaged, their subordinates naturally followed suit, grabbing stools and rushing forward in a chaotic wave.

Luo Feng’s form blurred into an afterimage. His kicks struck like cannonballs, sending inmate after inmate flying. Luo Feng did not use excessive force against the common thugs, as they were merely following the crowd. But toward the ringleaders, One-Eye Long and the stout man who stabbed him, Luo Feng held nothing back.

"Crack!" Luo Feng struck a stool with a palm-blade strike, shattering the wood, and then smashed his arm into One-Eye Long’s limb, sending him flying. One-Eye Long’s arm twisted ninety degrees in the opposite direction.

One figure after another was flung aside; stools and tables were warped and broken.

The difference!

This was the chasm between a martial artist who had cultivated Gene Energy and ordinary brutal thugs.

As Luo Feng swept through the mass of prisoners, the slender, bespectacled youth who had been watching silently from the crowd suddenly waved his hand.

"Swish!"

A streak of cold light instantly sliced across the space, arriving directly in front of Luo Feng.

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