Strongest Soldier King Chapter 649 649: Establishing Prestige with a Single Punch

"Creak—Ten minutes for exercise, everyone out to the door," a commanding voice bellowed, echoing through the prison, stifling any thoughts of rebellion. Luo Zheng was startled and quickly halted his practice to get to the door. Suddenly, the horizontal iron bar at the entrance retracted into the wall, revealing an exit large enough for a person to pass through. Luo Zheng saw many inmates from the opposite cells stepping out, standing at their own doorways, scanning their surroundings indifferently, without straying.

After so thought, Luo Zheng decided to step out and observe. Cells were arranged in a swastika pattern, surrounded entirely by prisoner holdings. The courtyard featured two staircases, leading downstairs. In the middle of the courtyard was a void, and Luo Zheng glanced up to see a dense array of steel bars above, blocking any view of the sun and stars. The prison was a completely enclosed space.

The exercise period only allowed movent at the entrance, preventing any clear assessnt of the outside. As a result, no one knew where they were. It seed that contact with others was not permitted. Although there were no guards patrolling, Luo Zheng could tell that the inmates around him seed wary of each other, rely exchanging glances and daring not to speak.

If they weren't allowed out or to make contact with each other, with movent restricted to just the cell and doorway, then how could they escape? This thought made Luo Zheng's eyes narrow, his expression turning grave. Looking around, he observed many curious onlookers, featuring a diverse array of skin colors and ethnicities, all silent and detached.

What kind of prison was this? Luo Zheng grew restless. If every day was limited to this, there truly seed to be no chance of escape. It appeared that creating an opportunity for himself was the only option. As he pondered this, he suddenly noticed a commotion in the cell block across the courtyard below; a bald man as sturdy as a calf bellowed and charged forward like Man Niu.

People hastily moved out of his way. The brawny man charged forward about ten ters before grappling with another man, also seemingly strong. They fought like two bulls, punching and kicking, their moves straightforward yet powerful. Blood was quickly drawn, and the surrounding inmates beca excited, hollering like sharks that had slled blood.

"Bang-bang!" Suddenly two gunshots echoed, bullets striking both n with deadly accuracy, without a need for a third shot. Their bodies went limp, collapsing to the floor.

Luo Zheng keenly noticed the bullets hitting the n's heads, which didn't burst open or bleed. They must have been rubber bullets, made of rubber with a certain hardness, designed to cause surface damage at close range without penetrating the target, therefore, inflicting less lethality.

"Huh?" Luo Zheng, surprised by the scene, began to ponder. No wonder these people dared not move carelessly—hidden gunn were present. No need for police intervention, direct shooting. Rubber bullets could still be lethal, especially when shots were aid at the head. Weren't they afraid of killing an inmate? It seed that this was no ordinary prison, and conventional reasoning did not apply. Caution was essential.

The inmates acted as though such incidents were commonplace, and the disturbance in the corridors of the cells quickly subsided. No one cared for the fate of those lying on the ground. Everyone continued to indifferently observe their surroundings, moving their bodies for better blood circulation. Luo Zheng slightly flexed his joints, calmly surveying the environnt.

Before long, an older man pushing a cart ca by, stacked with various books. Those who needed one took a book. The old man logged it before moving on. So handed back the books they had finished. Luo Zheng was surprised; was there cultural stimulation here? But he soon understood—lying in a cell all day, if one didn't find sothing to pass the ti, madness was inevitable. It seed the prison wasn't intent on driving everyone to death; it was just under high-pressure managent.

It wasn't long before a cart was rolled in. The old man glanced at Luo Zheng but said nothing. Luo Zheng briefly perused the books on the cart—various books in foreign languages. He had no interest in them and stepped aside, letting the old man continue on as if he hadn't seen Luo Zheng at all.

"Kid, from now on, you follow ," a prisoner from a neighboring cell suddenly said coldly as he watched Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng looked at him, about thirty-five years old, with sinewy muscles bulging like buns on his bare head, a scar across the top, narrow, triangular eyes, a hooked nose, and thin lips—a man of ruthless and unfaithful character, capable but self-centered, not caring about others.

"What are you staring at? Looking for trouble?" The bald man, seeing Luo Zheng's scrutinizing gaze without a hint of panic, felt his authority challenged and instantly beca furious. He shouted, about to throw a punch, only to find Luo Zheng sneering with disdain. This only fueled the bald man's rage, and he bellowed, "Brothers, beat him for !"

Imdiately, several big, towering toughs from either side rushed over, howling as they charged. Luo Zheng was startled and quickly backed up a few steps into the room, blocking the entrance. The doorway was narrow; he only needed to defend one side, making it impossible for the many attackers outside to break through.

Then, one of the toughs reached the door first, with his bare head and wide-open mouth roaring angrily, his breath emitting a foul stench. His eyes were as cold as a hungry wolf's, and he swung his thick, thigh-like arm, throwing a ferocious hook that packed quite a punch.

Luo Zheng's eyes flickered fiercely. He quickly ducked and dodged the savage blow. The stand's punch fell through, leaving him feeling frustrated and his body involuntarily tilting forward, exposing his Zhangn Acupoint. Seeing these attackers were playing for keeps, Luo Zheng's smoldering rage erupted. With a roar, he clenched his fist, the middle knuckle protruding slightly, and struck hard at the tough's Zhangn Acupoint.

"Puff!" A heavy blow landed, the protruding knuckle striking the Zhangn Acupoint of the tough. Filled with malice and intent on making a statent, Luo Zheng unleashed all his strength in that punch. The tough felt his breath catch, his strength fading like water cut off from a river, and he went silent. His eyes darkened as if plumting into an endless abyss, his consciousness scattering.

"Move!" Soone outside, seeing the tough blocking the door and not moving, beca furious. They ca up to pull him away, and with too much force, the tough was yanked from the doorway and crashed down, hitting the protective wall with a loud noise. The eerie situation startled everyone around, and they all froze, forgetting to attack.

"Hiss?" Everyone was shocked to see the tough lying on the ground with eyes wide and glassy, devoid of any color, clearly dead. They all turned their heads toward Luo Zheng, their anger quenched by a bucket of cold water, and they stepped back cautiously, not daring to make a move, their angry expressions turning to one of vigilance.

Luo Zheng looked coldly at the body on the floor, without a hint of pity. To kill was to be ready to be killed. Then, glancing at the others retreating nervously, he sneered. The effect of establishing his dominance was satisfactory. He stepped forward, his icy gaze locking onto the bald man who had issued the order.