Chapter 78: Conflict

  When she was busy preparing, Zhao Heng's body was searched clean and he was thrown into a collective cell with twenty people. Originally, according to Zhao Siqing's intention, Zhao Heng was supposed to be kept in a single cell to kill his spirit, but in the end, he was sent to the collective cell by some kind of ghostly intervention. Seeing this, Zhao Heng became even more convinced that there were ghosts behind this matter.

  "Clang!"

  The iron gate was shut heavily by the prison guard, and Zhao Heng clearly felt a fierce light flashing in the dark, as if he had been thrown into a wolf's den. The gloomy atmosphere of the prison gradually surrounded him, and the footsteps became denser, obviously the inmates in the cell had seen the new companion enter and all got up to welcome him.

  "Are you going to use this despicable trick of killing with a borrowed knife again?"

  Zhao Heng sneered: "Is this all the Qing Bang is capable of?"

  Things have developed to this point, and he has already figured out some things in his heart. Although Qing Bang is forced by Du Tianxiong's pressure and does not dare to confront himself openly, it will not forget to secretly stab him in the back. The disciples of Qing Bang do not need to take action, they just need to guide the unknowing prisoners to surround and attack themselves, and Zhang Xiaolin can vent some anger.

  And this matter should be inseparable from Ding's family stirring up trouble.

  Tonight, it's likely that I'll have to sleep here. Even if Ye Shifu has the ability, he needs time to make arrangements. Plus, with Qing Bang secretly obstructing, unless Du Tianxiong intervenes directly, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave until tomorrow. Of course, Fatso can also make that call for help, but using a trump card for this matter would be a bit of a waste.

  The light was magnified by the people, and the prison cell became brighter. Zhao Heng looked around and found that this was a large prison cell, with about twenty prisoners inside. At this moment, everyone was curiously sizing him up. Zhao Heng ignored them, but his eyes fell on a young man in the corner, and he could sense the other's aura.

  That is the remnant aura of a strong person who has been hiding his light and biding his time.

  The young man who was closing his eyes gave Zhao Heng the first impression that although he didn't look weak, he still seemed like a bookworm. Perhaps it should be said that the young man was originally a bookworm, and even though he had entered prison and might have killed many people, he still hadn't changed his bookish demeanor.

  Zhao Heng clenched his teeth slightly: Unexpectedly, he could still meet an expert in prison, and judging from the opponent's cultivation, it was not low! However, he didn't make any big moves. As long as the other party didn't provoke him without reason, he didn't need to go looking for trouble either. Thinking of this, he put the bowl and washbasin sent over on the stool, and patted the grass mat on his bed.

  A loud crash.

  The cup just placed on the stool was kicked out.

  Zhao Heng, who had long been mentally prepared, was not surprised by the sudden turn of events in the prison. He turned his head to look back and saw a guy with a buzz cut, standing there with an air of arrogance, his hands clasped behind his chest, sneering at Zhao Heng: "Newcomer, what's your name?"

  "Zhao Heng!"

  Zhao Heng replied honestly and sincerely.

  Zhao Heng?

  The tall, handsome man sneered at Zhao Heng with a cold smile. In his eyes, Zhao Heng was just a rookie who would soon become their plaything. He took a step forward and stepped on Zhao Heng's bed, then pointed directly at his chest and shouted: "Do you know the rules? Can you just put things randomly on this stool?"

  "Has our boss agreed?"

  Zhao Heng remained calm: "May I ask who is Lao Da?"

  The tall man pointed his finger back and lifted it up, pointing at a chubby guy: "This is the boss."

  Zhao Heng followed the direction of the pointing finger and saw that the man was sitting on the bed, staring at him with a pair of bull-like eyes. Before Zhao Heng could say anything, the man coldly spoke up: "This kid doesn't understand etiquette, coming in without paying respects or showing filial piety. We must teach him some rules. Come here, bring over that basin of foot-washing water."

  "Yes!"

  Under the command of Pangzi, the two men quickly brought a basin of foot-washing water. The tall and large man stepped forward, sneered: "Young man, our boss has spoken, you don't meet his eyes, tonight you'd better drink this foot-washing water happily and let everyone sleep well; if you don't drink it, then we'll use force."

  "I'll feed you myself."

  Zhao Heng said faintly, pointing at the cup on the ground: "Pick up my cup..."

  "Damn it! This kid is really clueless."

  A tall, large man spat on Zhao Heng's bed and then trampled it with his feet several times, making the entire straw mat dirty and black. At the same time, the two prisoners rolled up their sleeves to grab Zhao Heng. Just at this moment, Zhao Heng raised an eyebrow, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he and Lu Meng had never been people who suffered losses.

  How can I bear such humiliation?

  Without retreating, Zhao Heng stretched out his hand and grabbed the prisoner rushing from the left, then used the momentum to throw him over his shoulder, slamming him heavily onto the ground. Next, he used one leg to exert force downwards, and his knee cap fiercely plunged into the right prisoner's abdomen. In an instant, both of them spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, unable to struggle to get up.

  "Big Brother?"

  Zhao Heng twisted his neck and shouted: "Tonight I'll let you see who's the boss."

  Before the fat old man gave the order to take action, Zhao Heng had already pounced forward. The tall and robust man with a serious expression hastily assumed a scattered boxing stance, but before he could even stand firm, he was kicked by Zhao Heng and flipped over, spinning around in place three times. As stars danced before his eyes, he vaguely saw his remaining companions being knocked down one after another by Zhao Heng's punches.

  More than 20 prisoners, six of whom were following Fat Old Man, Zhao Heng knocked them all to the ground. The remaining prisoners who were originally watching the show were shocked and quickly hid against the wall to avoid getting hurt. After knocking down these small fries, Zhao Heng rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Fat Old Man, who was now gaping with an open mouth:

  "Don't come over here, if you touch me, I'll get really angry!"

  The cigarette in his hand had already fallen silently, and before he could react, Zhao Heng grabbed the back of his collar and dunked his head into the foot-washing basin. Water splashed up instantly, and Fat Old Big took three gulps without being able to breathe, wanting to spit it out but was slapped on the back by Zhao Heng, causing the dirty water to flow back into his belly.

  "Big brother? Still big brother?"

  Zhao Heng's mouth curled up with a hint of cold killing intent, and he forcibly poured a basin of foot-washing water into the fat man's belly. The latter drank it and wailed loudly, no longer having the majestic demeanor of just now. Zhao Heng didn't stop there, slapping him four times in the face with a disdainful expression: "Let me see how you, Old Big Shot, get angry!"

  Fat Boss's face was filled with grief and indignation, as sorrowful as can be.

  That night, in the cell where Zhao Heng was being held, there were eerie and mournful cries, but the duty prison guard didn't make any move, with a sinister and cold smile on his face. At that moment, another batch of prisoners arrived at the prison, and they were allocated to different cells according to routine, without causing any disturbance in the prison.

  When Zhao Heng threw the fat boy to the ground, he suddenly caught a whiff of a faint but real murderous aura. Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed and in an instant, he leaned back against the wall, looking towards the source of danger. He saw that the young man with a very pale face from the corner earlier was slowly opening his eyes in the dim light.

  Master, absolute master! Zhao Heng makes another judgment!

  Those eyes stared coldly at Zhao Heng, the young man's eyes were very bright, it is said that the eyes of wolves that often hunt under the cover of night are very bright, but these eyes were even brighter than those of wolves, they didn't seem to be human eyes, but rather belonged to the most ferocious and skilled wild beasts that prey in the dark.

  Four eyes meet, and they exchange admiring glances.

  The young man, who had been calm and collected, suddenly found himself unable to close his eyes and calm his mind. His usual tranquil state of mind was completely disrupted by the brief eye contact earlier.

  Never expected that there would be such a person, with eyes like the moment when a famous sword is drawn from its scabbard, and the sword light bursts out, filling the young man's spiritual realm with excitement and shock. He tried to calm himself down several times, but his heart was still racing, and his mind could no longer be at peace.

  Young people take a deep breath: Who is this guy?