Strongest Soldier King Chapter 653 653: Struggle for Rights

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" Luo Zheng, shirtless, kept pounding on the wall, not knowing how many punches he had thrown. His arms felt sore and swollen, yet he did not stop and continued hitting the wall. His hand wraps were stained red with blood, sweat rolled down his forehead, and his entire body was slippery with sweat, disturbing the sleep of everyone nearby.

During the training, Luo Zheng felt this thod was not bad. The wall was hard, requiring great strength to make any noise, and its hardness provided a rebounding force. If he did not control his force well, it could injure the ridians in his arms, requiring good striking skills and force control.

Gradually, Luo Zheng felt the last bit of strength draining from his body, and he could no longer swing his arms. He had no choice but to stop, collapse onto the bed, and utilize his family's "Breathing Skill" to heal. Soon, he was fast asleep, but the prisoners around him could not sleep. Everyone was unsure of what was happening and waited a while. Seeing that the pounding did not resu, they angrily started banging on the tal doors.

One person banging on a tal door did not make much noise, rely venting their anger, but when many people started banging simultaneously, the sound carried. As more people heard it, they too began to bang on the tal doors in response, venting their displeasure and their anger towards Luo Zheng.

The banging noise grew louder as more curious people joined in, the sound becoming louder as they protested, shared their frustrations, and vented. Soon, people from upstairs and downstairs also started banging, not knowing what was happening but not minding using this thod to let off so steam, making the noise even louder.

The prison warden soon learned the truth of the matter, and knowing it was related to Luo Zheng, his face turned ashen. He was almost ready to rush over and beat Luo Zheng, the troublemaker, but the thought of Luo Zheng's combat skills held him back. Beating him was feasible, but it could result in death — prisoners dying was one thing, but police dying was a major issue. Angrily looking at the man who ca to report, his eyes narrowing to a point, he growled, "Who among you has a way to stop this?"

"Warden, we must control this adverse influence. Starve him for a few days to instill the fear of death. I believe he will not dare to cause trouble afterward," a police officer suggested.

It has to be said that the suggestion was excellent, but the risk was too high. What if it starved him to death? If it were a regular prisoner, his death would be inconsequential, but Luo Zheng's case was different. The warden did not dare take the risk and gave the officer a cold stare before looking at the others. Seeing that no one had a better idea, he said irritably, "If none of you has a better thod, then indulge him and give him more food."

"Warden, if this precedent is set, what do we do if others demand food in the future?" another police officer warned apprehensively.

"Then let them die, but this man cannot die, understand?" the warden commanded icily.

What cri had landed Luo Zheng in prison, no police officer there knew. They only knew that the warden himself had brought him, labeling him a major death row inmate. As subordinates, no one dared to ask too many questions. Hearing the warden's instructions, they understood this prisoner was not ordinary and thought better of provoking him any further. They remained silent.

The warden did not realize that he had inadvertently helped Luo Zheng. He commanded coldly, "Imdiately get the riot under control, no more disturbances, now go."

"Yes," all the police officers responded and hurriedly left the warden's office.

Minutes later, dozens of police officers, ard and dangerous, barged into the hallway, threatening each inmate through their cell bars to go to sleep imdiately. Those who disobeyed would et with rubber bullets; no one dared resist as a shot to a vital area could still kill. All the inmates promptly cowered; the prison went back to silence within ten minutes.

However, Luo Zheng was oblivious to all these happenings, still deep in sleep. When he eventually woke up, unable to discern day from night, he saw a few bowls filled with food, clear water, and apples, enough for three, placed at his door. Startled, Luo Zheng wondered if last night's protest had sohow managed to make a difference. After pondering for a mont and still clueless, he decided to eat as he was extrely hungry.

After eating his fill, Luo Zheng rested for a while, then continued his training: training until tired, resting until refreshed, and then training again. When the al delivery ca, leaving behind enough food for three before hurriedly departing, Luo Zheng didn't bother to ask questions and just ate. After eating and drinking his fill, he read so books. His days and nights were indistinct and utterly without routine.

After lights out, Luo Zheng guessed it must be night, though he wasn't certain. In this enclosed space, he had no way of knowing the actual ti. As the surroundings quieted down, Luo Zheng continued to wrap the cloth around his palms and started punching the walls, producing a dull thud.

The noise once again alard the other inmates who didn't dare shout or stop him; instead, they resorted to silently protesting by pounding on their cell doors. The banging got louder, drawing Luo Zheng's attention. Moving to the door, he fixed a stern gaze on the inmates banging on their doors, puzzled by their actions.

Nevertheless, Luo Zheng disregarded them and went back to punching the wall. He rarely had the chance to train his punching techniques. Since there was no way out, he decided to settle down and make the most of the opportunity to train. Whether he would live to get out was uncertain; wasting ti was not in Luo Zheng's nature. At any ti, in any place, he believed that strengthening oneself was both a soldier's awareness and creed.

"Thud, thud, thud!" Luo Zheng continually struck the wall, the impacts echoing dully. The cloth on his hands quickly soaked with fresh blood, but Luo Zheng ignored it, continuing to strike with almost all his might, constantly trying different angles to coordinate his body, feet, and arms, maximizing the force he exerted.

"Quiet down, imdiately!" a voice suddenly shouted from the door.

Luo Zheng had already sensed soone approaching. He had assud it was a person delivering laundry or sothing similar, only to find it was a police officer, the first he had faced since his arrival. He sized up the officer, who appeared to be in his thirties, with a square face and a solemn expression, his eyes firm and powerful, holding a rubber baton and continuously hitting the door's iron bars with it, glaring coldly over.

"Roar—?" Taking a quick step forward, Luo Zheng let out a roar like a fierce tiger and threw a punch at the officer.

The officer, startled, quickly took a step back. Luo Zheng's fist hit the horizontal iron bar, producing a buzzing sound. The sheer force terrified the officer, who turned pale instantly and yelled in panic, "What are you doing, not sleeping?"

Luo Zheng gave the officer a cold look, scoffed disdainfully, and stepped back. The other inmates, who saw the officer back away, were energized, not expecting Luo Zheng to be bold enough to strike at a police officer and intimidate him. They continued to pound on their doors, howling chaotically and raising a ruckus.