Red Prison, built in the 1980s, ranked first among the ten most terrifying prisons in the country!
It’s said that Red Prison is a place of exile, where the most notorious and vicious criminals in the nation are imprisoned.
Every one of them is heavily indebted with cris, and only the ruthless can enter Red.
And tonight, what Xiao Zheng planned to do was to sneak a peek inside this Red Prison.
At eight o’clock in the evening, after receiving a text ssage from Xiao Zheng, Long Qie, who was drinking and smoking in a bar, suddenly tensed his muscular body!
Imdiately, he revealed a wicked and wild smile.
"Alright, take this money and get lost. If you’re late, you’ll lose your life," he said.
After tossing a handful of money onto several scantily clad ladies, Long Qie stood up and stretched, his bones cracking loudly.
Long Qie, as the top general of the Sky Net founded by Xiao Zheng, was innately haughty.
Of course, he had enough capital to be haughty!
The ladies quickly collected the money and departed.
After stepping out of the private room, Long Qie set his sights on another room.
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he casually pushed open the door of the private room.
His heterochromatic eyes looked especially sinister and unnerving!
"Who are you?"
The group inside the private room was partying. Seeing a tall figure enter, everyone was stunned.
Grinning wildly, Long Qie said with a sneer, "The person who’s here to take your life."
"You!"
Before the man could speak, a ruthless hand abruptly seized his throat. With a surge of force, there was a crunch, and without finishing his sentence, the man’s windpipe was rcilessly crushed.
His head tilted, and a vibrant life was snuffed out.
The others didn’t even see clearly how Long Qie had made his move as the man slowly fell to the ground.
"Who are you?"
The others exclaid in shock.
Everyone in the private room was terrified, especially the ladies who were accompanying them; they were so scared that they began to scream.
"Hehe, my na is Long Qie, rember that," he said.
With that, his nearly two-ter-tall massive body suddenly exerted force.
Like a tower, he ramd into everything.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Under the violent impact, two or three people were imdiately sent flying, coughing up blood.
"I am the leader of the Dragon Hall of 13K!"
The head of the group declared his identity loudly.
"Laozi is here to slaughter you!"
Long Qie was too lazy to waste words and slapped him hard.
The man’s head made a full 360-degree spin on his neck, and before dying, his eyes were filled with horror and unwillingness...
After ten minutes, Long Qie lit a cigarette and coolly walked out the door.
Half an hour later, he arrived at an underground gambling den.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, the bustling underground gambling den watched in shock as a huge round table was suddenly smashed by a nearly two-ter-tall monster with a punch!
In an instant, everyone began screaming in fright.
"Kid, are you looking for death?"
Several gambling den thugs threatened Long Qie with machetes in their hands.
While drinking, Long Qie simply smiled. His intimidating heterochromatic eyes widened, and he bellowed, "Call your boss out for Laozi!"
This roar, like a tiger’s bellow, made the vast gambling den buzz.
At his waist dangled a bloodstained cloth bag, which appeared to contain sothing round.
"Heads! They’re heads!"
Those with sharp eyes shouted one after another.
The whole gambling den was thrown into chaos.
"Those who don’t want to die, get the hell out of here!" Long Qie bellowed.
With a clang, a broad axe was fiercely slamd onto the gambling table, sending out a resonating tremor.
Soon, the manager of the underground gambling den arrived.
The manager was a middle-aged bald man in a neat suit, and he was Zhou Butong, the helmsman of 13K.
He controlled 13K’s most profitable underground gambling den.
"Are you the person in charge here?" Long Qie took a drag of his cigarette, a hint of mockery in his strange, double-pupiled eyes.
As if looking at a dead man about to et his end.
"Who are you? Do you know where this is?"
Zhou Butong bellowed with a face full of fury.
However, when Long Qie’s strange double-pupiled gaze swept over him, he was still scared out of his wits.
The man’s physique was extrely robust, almost one ter ninety in height, like a majestic lion.
The astonishing qi and blood radiating from his body made him difficult to approach.
Most crucially, tied to his waist was a cloth bag dripping with fresh blood, eerie and terrifying.
"Don’t know, don’t want to know, I’m just asking if you are the person in charge here?"
Long Qie flicked away the cigarette butt, appearing sowhat impatient.
"I won’t change my na or sit under a different surna, I am the person in charge here, Zhou..."
Spurt...
With the battle axe sweeping through the air, blood splattered, and before he could finish speaking, a fresh head flew towards the sky.
The headless torso gushed out copious thick blood, and after falling to the ground, it twitched and shuddered.
"Why so much nonsense, wouldn’t it be over if you just said yes?"
Long Qie frowned and pursed his lips, leaping down from the gambling table.
He walked toward the fallen head.
Shock!
Absolute shock!
All the people in the underground gambling den were scared stiff to the ground.
"Is this guy even human?"
"No sooner said than done, and he takes off a head!"
The subordinates and lackeys who followed Zhou Butong didn’t react until Long Qie took their boss’s head and left...
That night, Long Qie’s achievents were exceptionally brilliant; overnight, he toppled every single 13K stronghold he operated.
All eighteen places!
Not a single manager from those eighteen places was spared!
Yan Guanghui, the boss of the North District, was killed, and all his venues were taken down.
Not only did it shock the entirety of Zhonghai, including Luo Qianhua of the East District Qing Sect Green Gate CX District New Heaven, Luo Yusheng of the South District Luo Sheng Sect, and others, but they were all alard.
...
By the seaside, a high-end private estate.
A middle-aged man in a white suit paced back and forth in the estate, his expression grave, his deanor tense, and his mood very anxious.
Sitting across from him on the sofa, however, was another man in a black tang suit who seed indifferent and casual.
"I say, Old Qing, with you pacing back and forth, how can I enjoy my tea? I’m getting dizzy watching you."
The man in the black tang suit was nad Luo Qianhua, the boss of West District New Heaven.
Once a capable general of the Tianji Sect.
Equally renowned as Luo Yusheng, with heaven-defying thods and imnse abilities.
The Tianji Sect owed part of its success to him.
Hearing the nonchalant tone of Luo Qianhua, the boss of the East District Qing Sect Qing Biancheng, who was pacing anxiously, seed very unsettled.
"Luo, it’s not that I want to criticize you, but with the way things are now, do you still have the mood to drink tea? Aren’t you afraid?"
Qing Liancheng said irritably.
When Luo Qianhua heard this, he laughed and said, "Afraid? Why should I be afraid? I haven’t done anything wrong; what do I have to fear?"
"Keep pretending then. The great demon of the Tianji Sect has returned!"
"I know he’s back, so what?"
Luo Qianhua asked with a smile, "What, are you scared?"
"Scared? What do I have to be scared of!"
Qing Liancheng responded, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
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