Chapter Eighty-Three: Subjugation (Seeking Fresh Flowers)

  Changkong himself did not expect to end up in a desperate situation, but after regaining his clarity, he realized that he had been fighting Zhao Heng for too long and had become bloodthirsty. He was extremely remorseful and wanted to retreat, but it was already too late, as his body's instincts had surpassed his consciousness.

  At the same time, the silver spear without a gun head swiftly pointed at Zhao Heng's body. Zhao Heng's eyes condensed, knowing that he must also go all out at this moment. Suddenly, his body shook violently and a strong tremor was transmitted to his left hand. With a low growl, his fist ignored the shattered jade and the silver spear, striking out with a loud crash.

  Liu Zhao's eyes instantly froze, this kid is stupid enough to use his hand to block his own move?

  Before he could even finish his thought, his face changed drastically because he found that in Zhao Heng's punch, the jade fragments turned into powder and then the fist went through the powder with undiminished force to hit the silver spear. With a loud crash, Chang Kong was sent flying straight out, and even Feng Shu couldn't withstand such power, let alone Chang Kong.

  Just as he fell to the ground, powerless to fight back, a ceiling fan that had been shaken loose spun rapidly above his head and was about to hit him. Chang Kong's expression froze, wanting to dodge but temporarily unable to move, just as the fan blade was about to cut him, a flash of white light passed by, and Thin Blade nailed the fan to the wall.

  Three points into the wall, clear and visible, Zhao Heng's energy is undiminished.

  "Deep breath in the vast sky: 'You pervert!'"

  He fought fiercely with dozens of brutal prisoners, and then killed eighteen not-so-weak assassins. Finally, he even had a fierce battle with Changkong, and after three consecutive battles, Zhao Heng's physical strength was not exhausted, which was unimaginable for the slightly panting Changkong, and also made him feel the gap between their strengths.

  "Believe it or not?"

  Zhao Heng ignored his mocking smile and didn't pursue the fact that he had just tried to take his life. He slowly pulled out the shards of glass from his hand, and before the prison guard burst through the door, he smiled and said: "Chang Kong, according to our agreement, you should be my brother now! You're a man, you won't go back on your word, will you?"

  Although Zhao Heng appeared to be carefree, his body was almost exhausted. The dan Tian could provide power continuously, but if he released all the accumulated power at once, he would feel a kind of emptiness like a deflated leather bag. He maintained a smile just to show off his strength.

  Changkong nodded slightly, looking at Zhao Heng and said: "From now on, Changkong and thirty brothers will follow you!" At this moment, his face was not filled with the helplessness of defeat and compromise, but rather a hint of admiration: "I almost killed Red Eye earlier and nearly took you down with me. You could have easily beheaded me just then."

  "But you not only didn't kill me, but also lent a hand to save me, I'm very grateful."

  Changkong spoke with great candor, his candor was like the sunlight outside the window giving people a bright and clear feeling. He smiled again, this time his smile changed his gentle and elegant demeanor, his entire body at this moment even exuding an aura of boldness: "I admire you!"

  Zhao Heng stretched out his hand: "Zhao Heng!"

  A firm grasp in the vast sky, with a warm and powerful palm.

  He repeated his name again: "Liu Zhao Yi!"

  Zhao Heng's smile was exceptionally radiant, and this time entering the prison was really worth it. By bringing the originally intended conquest of Huahai's vast sky under his own flag, not only did he eliminate a formidable opponent for himself in the future, but also gained a batch of living forces. From now on, he had a shallow foundation in Huahai.

  "From now on, we're brothers!"

  "Through thick and thin!"

  "Through thick and thin!"

  Just then, BAM! The big gate was violently kicked open by the police, and the tables and chairs were flying all over the place like a stormy wave crashing on the shore. Then, a group of anti-explosion police rushed in, holding shields to surround Zhao Heng and Chang Kong, while dozens of short guns pointed at the two men, with similar solemnity in their eyes.

  "Don't move!"

  "Don't move!"

  The four of them stood up simultaneously!

  When Wei and Zhao were in a state of panic, the prison guard finally had time to glance around the dining hall where blood was boiling over, saw that the floor was covered with fresh blood and his mouth twitched, then swept past more than 50 seriously injured prisoners, their faces even paler than paper. They knew that those who caused this incident would not be able to escape responsibility.

  Including these security guards who only draw a salary, they actually allowed the group beating to happen in broad daylight and smashed the cafeteria, seriously injuring so many prisoners. Apart from saying that Zhao Heng was too ruthless, it can also prove that they are too incompetent. Most importantly, how could so many iron bars be brought in?

  The prison guard's scalp was numb, and he had forgotten to knock down Zhao Heng.

  Instead, Zhao Heng became calm and relaxed. He slowly wiped away the blood splattered on his face, then tore off a piece of clothing to bandage the wound on his chest, making himself as clean as possible. Afterwards, he leaned against the wall, watching the police, while Zhang Kong still sat on the ground, his expression also eerily calm.

  However, his pale hand moved an iron bar to his leg. He had been in prison for many days and although he was not as fierce as Zhao Heng, he had more experience. He knew that prison was a place where people were eaten without spitting out bones, so he secretly kept an eye on things.

  Who knows what will happen today?

  "Zhao Heng, it's you again! It's you again!"

  Just then, a young woman rushed up from behind, it was Zhao Siqing who had interrogated Zhao Heng earlier in the Great Qing Dynasty. Seeing the blood flowing like a river and the bar from yesterday, she suddenly knew that it was Zhao Heng's masterpiece, and her heart was filled with great anger. This bloody case would put her in an unprecedented crisis.

  She and Du's wife had a relationship that might not be able to save her future, thinking of the humiliation and ridicule of the past, and thinking of the unpredictable future, she didn't care about anything, without asking the reason, she just drank and said: "Relying on your own strength is not enough? Do you know what kind of place this is?"

  "This is prison! How dare you still hurt people?"

  She grasped the police gun and pointed it straight at Zhao Heng's head, exuding a fierce killing intent and looking utterly disheveled.

  "Do you believe I'll kill you? Kill you?"

  If no one was around, she might have even shot and killed the enemy in front of her. Who knows if this year is a bad luck year, but she actually ran into Zhao Heng, who not only made her furious but also left her with shame. She really wanted to beat Zhao Heng to a pulp.

  "Officer Zhao, move your gun muzzle one inch forward, and I guarantee you'll end up like them."

  Zhao Heng gazed coldly at the short gun Zhao Siqing had pulled out, a faint sneer playing on his lips: "It was indeed me who shot him, but why don't you ask about the reason for the conflict? Officer Zhao, did you take someone's money or can't swallow the bitter pill of being defeated by me, that's why you're targeting me like this?"

  "What reason? What's the reason?"

  Zhao Siqing glared at Zhao Heng, almost kicking him flying: "No matter what your reason! You have a good reason to hurt people! This is a society ruled by law, everything is governed by the law, no matter what they did wrong, you, Zhao Heng, do not have the right to beat them."

  A stern official tone, with great justice and severity!

  Facing Zhao Siqing, who was refined in appearance but extreme in spirit, Zhao Heng even felt that Ding Lingling was more pleasing to the eye than her. After all, Ding Lingling directly expressed her emotional disgust, while Zhao Siqing put on a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, especially with her overbearing and unreasonable words just now, which made him despise her to the core.

  "They want to kill me, am I supposed to let them? Officer Zhao really hates me too much!"

  Zhao Heng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, flickering with a hidden killing intent. The latter took a step back, unable to stop himself. For some reason, Zhao Siqing suddenly felt a little afraid of this kid. Even when facing the most ferocious prisoners, she had confidence in being able to take down that criminal.

  But Zhao Heng's expression just now made her feel a kind of trembling heart palpitations from the deepest part of her soul, perhaps if she had threatened Zhao Heng with the gun again just now, he might have killed her. Zhao Siqing took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, and the muzzle of the gun also unconsciously drooped slightly.

  "Officer Zhao, take a look at them!"

  At this time, Zhao Heng pointed at the prisoner who was being carried away and said in a calm tone: "If hatred hadn't blinded your eyes, you should be able to see that all the iron bars on the ground have sharp ends. If these people didn't come here specifically to kill me, why would there be so many of these things in the prison?"

  A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he coldly glanced at Zhao Siqing, who was furious: "You know, I was handcuffed yesterday, and today someone with a sharp object came to kill me. Is it that the prisoners are too powerful or the prison guards are too incompetent? Or can prisons freely trade these deadly weapons?"

  Zhao Heng ruthlessly slapped a prison hat on him.

  Zhao Siqing died with a bite on his lip, and in his heart he was proud of his own extremism!

  P.S: Still updating, hope for a few flowers HO.

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