Snap!

In the dark corridor, with the sound of electric current, the lamp suddenly lit up.

The prisoner who had fallen asleep was suddenly awakened by the dazzling light. Naturally, he was particularly dissatisfied. For a while, there were angry curses, complaints, and strange screams of kicking the door.

But soon, they realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The corridor door was locked, and the red-dot camera that flashed 24 hours a day also lowered its head in silence. The most important thing was... there was someone standing in the corridor.

Not a prison guard, but a prisoner!

"Eh? What's going on?"

"Jon, I'm old to your dark horse gang..."

"Brother, you want to escape from prison? I can pick the lock."

"Give me a hand and let's go together..."

There was a brief silence, and then the noise started again, and rolls of toilet paper were thrown out from time to time. In the middle of the night, it was like a ghost walking in the night, and the howling of ghosts and wolves could be heard far away.

"etc!"

Suddenly, a prisoner realized something was wrong, because they discovered that the place where Jon and the others were standing was the cell of Yan Yu, who was in the spotlight these days.

Could it be...

Many people gradually came back to their senses, remembering how noisy it was just now, the familiar scolding of the prison guards did not sound, the cameras were turned off for no reason, and the hatred between Yan Yu and Qiaoen.

Could it be that the dark horse gang bribed the prison guards and took this opportunity to take revenge on Yan Yu?

Gulu~

Emotions are contagious. As the prisoners gradually became quiet after reminiscing, other prisoners who didn't understand what they meant subconsciously closed their mouths, but their eyes remained eager.

This is just like when I was at school, the buzz in the class would always sound and disappear from time to time... It was so scary.

"I think I should understand."

Yan Yu threw off his slippers, bare his muscular upper body, slowly opened the iron door, and stood in the middle of the corridor, looking at each other from afar with Jon and the other four who were two meters away.

Jon looked up with a grin, slowly took out a simple dagger polished with iron from his sleeve, and replied with murderous intent: "Understood? It's a pity it's too late."

"How much did you spend?" Yan Yu opened the door and asked suddenly curiously.

"If I said I didn't spend any money, would you believe me?"

Jon was not in a hurry, spinning the dagger in his hand: "Although I don't know how you got Tom into prison, you undoubtedly offended the entire prison guard by doing so.

You have been too public recently, and the warden feels that keeping you here is a disaster, so... if you die, not only will I be able to take revenge, but the prison guards will also be relieved, killing two birds with one stone."

"He used you as a swordsman." Yan Yu frowned.

Jon smiled coldly. He knew this better than anyone else, but his answer was: "As long as I kill you, I can do anything."

"idiot."

Yan Yu took half a step away slightly, squinting at the three black caravan members rushing towards him, his breathing gradually calmed down, and his attention suddenly became concentrated.

Step, jab.

Sa...

A harsh sound broke through the air, and the nigger facing him felt a black shadow flash in front of him, and then his throat cracked and sunk. His movement as he rushed forward suddenly froze, and he opened his mouth to spit out pink blood foam.

"Killing is not a fight."

Yan Yu pulled his head and pushed it aside casually.

He turned sideways to block the second man's attack with his shoulder, bent his elbow and hit him in the abdomen, then turned his forearm and uppercut him along his chest, hitting his mandible hard.

Click!

The man was caught off guard, and his jaw was hit hard and he instinctively shut up. The moment the upper and lower rows of teeth clenched, a cluster of blood stains and half of his trembling tongue came out.

"Well..."

His eyes suddenly bulged, and a look of pain appeared on the surface. Before he could scream, his eyes were instantly poked with a finger, and his eyes exploded with a pop.

Pulling out the broken blood vessels, Yan Yu shook off the blood stains on his fingers, pulled his ears and thrust them hard into the cell next to him. His forearm muscles bulged, and his veins squirmed like little snakes.

There were endless crackling sounds. The man's head was slightly deformed, half of his face was stuffed into the gap between the railings, and his body swayed violently like a dead fish, and he soon lost his voice.

Bang!

Yan Yu turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. Under the fierce gaze of the third person, he suddenly slid forward, lightly stepped on the midline of his legs, and pushed forward with his knees.

Phew~

The egg cracked.

Just as the scream was halfway through, his throat dented, the man's eyes turned deathly silent, and he was pushed to the ground by Yan Yu without saying a word, covering his face.

"You're the only one left."

Yan Yu grinned and tilted his head to look at Jon, who had an ugly face. His lip had just been split by a punch, and the smell of blood flowed into his mouth, making him gradually excited.

His eyes paused on the dagger in his hand. Yan Yu tore off the clothes from the black man's corpse at his feet and twisted it in his hands.

Looking at the three miserable corpses on the ground, Jon felt horrified. He took a deep breath and silently clenched the dagger: "It seems that someone has been teaching you during this time."

"Stop talking nonsense and die."

Yan Yu narrowed his eyes and strode over the corpse. The soles of his feet touched the cold floor tiles, making a crisp piapia sound that echoed in the silent corridor like a death knell.

After all, Jon is the leader of a dark caravan, and he has definitely experienced a lot of big and small fights. This kind of scene doesn't scare him at all. Jon is more surprised at how Yan Yu has changed so much in a short period of time.

"Ha~"

A ferocious smile appeared on Jon's face, and he clenched the dagger suddenly. Under the illumination of the pale lamp, a cold light flashed in the air, and he stabbed the enemy fiercely.

Hey... Yan Yu stepped out with shadow steps, erratically avoiding the opponent's stabbing, and raised his hand to punch him in the arm, trying to knock the sharp weapon out of his hand.

However, Qiaoen was not an energy-efficient lamp. Seeing that the situation was not going well, he suddenly dropped his hand and dodged. The dagger changed from stabbing to sharpening and slashed towards Yan Yu's armpit.

The shadow step is wrong.

Yan Yu bumped his chest hard with his side shoulder. Taking advantage of the pain, he grabbed his dagger-holding wrist with one hand like a pair of iron pincers. With a heavy grunt, he simply threw him over his shoulder and smashed him to the ground.

Bang!

The back of his head came into contact with the floor tiles. Even though Jon was strong, his consciousness was blurred for a moment.

Click~

Before he could wake up, Yan Yu grabbed his hand and twisted it hard, just like twisting clothes. With a scalp-numbing crackling sound, blood drops splattered everywhere, and Jon opened his mouth and let out a shrill scream.

But they saw that in his right hand holding the dagger, the flesh and blood at the joints of his forearm and upper arm burst, and the shocking bone stubble was exposed to the air, and was completely destroyed by Yan Yu.

He struggled hard, trying to escape from Yan Yu's grasp.

However, Yan Yu was very rational and kicked him in the abdomen, forcing Jon to groan and curl up.

Before he could consciously suppress the pain, Yan Yu put one hand through his chin and held Jon's head in his arms. His other right hand, wrapped in clothes, was like a heavy hammer breaking through the wall.

Bang, bang, bang...

The shocking muffled sound kept echoing in the corridor.
Chapter completed!