Chapter Seventy-Nine: Storm

  The next morning, during the exercise time, two prison guards opened the cell where Zhao Heng was being held. What left him stunned was that he did not see a battered and dying Zhao Heng, but instead, Zhao Heng looked refreshed as if he had slept well all night, while Fat Old Man and others were huddled together trembling, with wounds on their faces and bodies.

  What was most astonishing was that they were all holding a cup full of water, being extremely careful for fear of spilling even half a drop.

  Everyone's expression was more shocked than seeing a dead person come back to life, the prison guard came forward and asked for the reason but couldn't get an answer. When Zhao Heng left the cell and disappeared from sight, Fat Old Big and others gritted their teeth and walked out of the cell quickly. Although they were intimidated by Zhao Heng's martial arts last night and compromised, it didn't mean they would surrender and not take revenge.

  Fat boss wants to find his own big boss!

  Zhao Heng, stretching his muscles, caught sight of Fat Old Dai whispering to a scar-faced man. Although the latter was not very robust, he had an air of authority without being angry. A smile flashed across Zhao Heng's face as he knew that Fat Old Dai was looking for his own boss, and couldn't help but mock these useless people who were used as cannon fodder by the Qing Bang.

  However, he soon noticed that something was off. Among the prisoners, there were a group of men with extraordinary demeanor, unlike ordinary convicts who looked ferocious and frightening. Instead, they exuded calmness, an inner calmness that made ordinary people dare not approach them casually. Zhao Heng took a glance and immediately knew that these were masters who had killed many people.

  "Assassin!"

  As Zhao Heng sized up the unusual prisoner, a voice came from behind him. He turned his head to see the young man he had seen last night approaching him. The young man's hands were long and pale, like an artist's, full of spirit, but Zhao Heng didn't doubt that these hands could easily snap someone's neck.

  "Hitman?"

  Zhao Heng smiled faintly: "It's interesting, it seems Qing Bang has paid off."

  "Oh? Have you provoked Qing Bang?"

  A glimmer of light flashed in the young man's eyes, and he looked at Zhao Heng with great interest, smiling: "You can make Qing Bang Pai killers come to kill, your identity must not be simple. Just look at how ruthless and overbearing you were last night when you took action. How about it? Are you interested in making a deal? I'll help you get rid of these killers, and you work under me?"

  Work under him?

  Zhao Heng was taken aback, looking at the pale young man who didn't seem to be joking. A faint smile flashed across his mind, and it was clear that this guy had seen him in action last night and wanted to recruit him under his flag. Zhao Heng couldn't help but laugh and cry, but he still maintained a serious demeanor: "Can you handle them?"

  The young man rubbed his hands together twice, and his smile was still clean: "Just 18 killers, not even in my eyes, no need to use my other brothers, I can kill them all by myself. Brother, I see that you are brave and fearless, why don't you join me Liu Zhao Yi, let's conquer the world together."

  He voluntarily reported his family background and pulled Zhao Heng over.

  This young man added two points of interest to Zhao Heng, although he gave people a feeling of being young and arrogant, but he could hear that the other party was very planned, and seemed to have some power behind him. So, wanting to investigate clearly, Zhao Heng smiled lightly and asked: "Join you? Conquer the world? How do you plan to conquer it? There must be some way, right?"

  Appears to be very interested in Zhao Heng, the young man maintained a clean smile, and his eyes were even brighter: "My name is Liu Zhao Yi, Huajin people, like playing long guns, brothers gave me a nickname, shooting long sky! I came to prison voluntarily, because I want to recruit some manpower here."

  "The gathering place of brave warriors is either in the army or in prison."

  A young man with a pale face sincerely expressed his thoughts to Zhao Heng: "Going to the military recruitment office must have been bullied by Dongfang Xiong, so I deliberately made trouble and came here to find people. I hope to gather a group of fierce men to conquer the world. In two months, I already have thirty brothers."

  "If you're willing to follow me through thick and thin, then we'll be sworn brothers."

  Liu Zhao pointed at the surrounding prisoners: "I can take care of these killers for you."

  Zhao Heng was very much in favor of Long Kong's idea of bringing a group of brothers to the prison, which was indeed a quick way to establish a foundation. Thinking of Long Kong's confidence and the thirty selected brothers, a glimmer of light flashed across Zhao Heng's eyes. He patted Long Kong on the shoulder: "I have a question."

  "Why don't you come to me instead?"

  Liu Zhao Yi was taken aback as he waited for Zhao Heng to rush into his arms and call him "Big Brother". He clearly hadn't expected this kid to have such an absurd idea. His bright eyes stared at Zhao Heng, and after a long while, he spoke up: "Brother, you seem to have forgotten two things. Firstly, you're currently in trouble and need me to fix it; secondly, I have solid strength."

  His impressive strength refers to his martial arts skills and his thirty brothers.

  Zhao Heng's smile became radiant, and he put his hands behind his back: "These killers are completely no match for me, I can take them down in a minute; as for your rigid strength, it is not enough to rival me alone, so I think it would be better for you to bring thirty brothers to surrender to me, that's the only reasonable thing to do."

  The young man tilted his head to look at Zhao Heng, his interest growing thicker: "It seems that brother is also an ambitious person. I, Zhang Kong, am not unwilling to choose a wise lord, but you should have something that makes people convinced and willing to surrender. Just because of what happened last night when you injured Fat Old Man and the others, it's far from enough to make me, Zhang Kong, lead my men to surrender."

  A faint smile flashed across Zhao Heng's face as he knew Liu Zhaoyi was playing a trick of advancing by retreating.

  "So how can you surrender to me?"

  "We two must have compromise."

  The young man looked at Zhao Heng with a confident expression, feeling that he had to take down Zhao Heng's arrogance. He smiled lightly and threw out his condition: "If you want us to surrender, it's simple. You just have to withstand the attack of those assassins, and then defeat me. If you can do that, I, Zhang Kong, will lead thirty brothers to surrender to you."

  Zhao Heng clapped his hands: "Good, it's settled then!"

  Then Zhao Heng walked towards the cafeteria under the whistle and scolding of the prison guard. The young man looked at Zhao Heng's back and felt that something was not right, he seemed to have come to tame this kid, but how did he end up being led by him to make concessions? However, after looking around at the other prisoners, he thought that Zhao Heng would definitely not be able to withstand a killer attack.

  When the time comes, he will need his rescue, and Zhao Heng will not be able to turn back. As for them relying on Zhao Heng, it's a joke for Zhang Kong. Even if Zhao Heng can withstand the prisoner's attack, he absolutely cannot resist Zhang Kong's move. Zhang Kong's gunshot is invincible, and if Zhao Heng can block him, it's a myth.

  The dining hall is very large and can accommodate more than 300 people.

  When Zhao Heng walked towards the canteen with his lunch box, there was a sudden surge of unrest behind him. He turned around to see Da Zhang and the scar-faced man leading a group of people rushing over. In the previous second, they were still holding their lunch boxes for breakfast, but in the next second, under the leadership of the scar-faced man, dozens of people simultaneously smashed out their lunch boxes.

  In less than a second, they pounced on Zhao Heng.

  No warning, like a wolf and a tiger!

  Zhao Heng, who had been on high alert, dodged the flying rice box and kicked the 100-jin porridge bucket.

  Bang!

  Stainless steel rice bucket wrapped in hot white porridge smashed towards the rushing prisoners.

  Boom!

  Four or five people in front were knocked down on the spot, and the hot porridge splashing out made more than a dozen people cry out in pain.

  At the same time, Zhao Heng lifted one foot and directly kicked Fat Old Man flying out.

  Bang!

  People look up to him, horses roll over for him!

  PS: Among the top ten marshals, eight brothers have returned to their positions, and there are still two major positions left.

  Which brother is willing to get excited? Let it be tomorrow's craziest surprise!