Deep in the night, in the magic city.
After Lu Ming was sent in, his handcuffs were not removed before he was locked in a special cell.
Upon entering, one could feel a strong killing intent.
The cell was not large, less than 20 square meters. Several bald, muscular men lay sprawled about, each at least 1.85 meters tall.
Judging by their physique alone, it was clear they were not to be trifled with.
"Get in, and behave yourself!"
After sending Lu Ming into the cell, the officer closed the door, pocketed the key, and left.
Lu Ming stood at the cell door, hands cuffed, back against the door, his eyes scanning the room. The inmates inside also rose to look at him, each with a glint of excitement in their eyes.
*Crack, crack.*
A bald, burly man with a tiger head tattooed on his back rotated his wrists, making cracking sounds.
He sat on the edge of a bed, scrutinizing Lu Ming from head to toe.
Average height, average build, dressed in simple clothes. He looked like an ordinary person without money or influence, easy to bully.
The tiger-headed man sneered, then asked, "What did you get in here for?"
Lu Ming replied softly with two words: "Fighting."
"Oh, I wouldn't have guessed. With your scrawny build, you dared to fight?" The tiger-headed man slapped his thigh and burst into laughter. The other inmates in the cell also roared with laughter.
Each of them was taller and bulkier than Lu Ming.
In their eyes, Lu Ming, ten of him, couldn't beat one of them in a fight.
The tiger-headed man winked at his subordinate. The subordinate, understanding perfectly, walked up to Lu Ming and placed a hand on his shoulder, saying, "Newcomer, you know the rules?"
Lu Ming shook his head.
The subordinate said, "Alright, I'll teach you the rules right now."
He pointed at the tiger-headed man and said, "This is Brother Hu, the boss of this cell. His word is law. Whatever he says, you have to listen, understand?"
Lu Ming remained expressionless, saying nothing.
The subordinate frowned, "Oh, you have some attitude? It's fine, most newcomers have attitude. But after tonight, I guarantee you won't have any."
Then.
Brother Hu said, "My foot is a bit itchy. Newcomer, scratch it for me."
As he spoke, he stretched out his foot.
The foot was dirty and smelly, revolting to look at, let alone to scratch.
Lu Ming acted as if he hadn't heard, standing still.
Brother Hu's face darkened. "Heh, you don't want to accept favors, do you?"
He gave his subordinate a look.
The subordinate sneered, walked to the urinal, picked up the urine bucket, and slowly approached Lu Ming, cursing, "You little brat, what do you think this place is? You think you're tough? I'll show you tough!!!"
Saying that, the subordinate raised the bucket, intending to splash it on Lu Ming.
Who would have thought!
Although Lu Ming's hands were cuffed, his legs were still incredibly strong and fast.
The moment the subordinate raised the bucket, Lu Ming kicked out.
With the man and the bucket, they flew backward.
The subordinate landed face-first, the urine bucket flew up, splashing urine all over him and drenching Brother Hu and the others on the bed!
The entire cell became dirty and smelly.
"Bastard!" Brother Hu stood up, his eyes spitting fire. He roared, "You little brat, you dare to fight back? Guys, get him!"
Brother Hu led the charge, and several men swung their fists at Lu Ming.
Judging by their posture, they had no intention of letting Lu Ming see the next sunrise.
They had done this many times before. They were all hardened criminals, fond of fighting. Anyone who was locked up with them would definitely be beaten.
Some suffered broken limbs, and some were beaten into vegetative states!
Today, Lu Ming had been urinated on, which was a grave offense. They decided to kill him, vowing not to stop until Lu Ming was dead.
However…
There was one thing that Brother Hu and his gang never expected.
That was Lu Ming's strength!
How could they, a mere bunch of thugs, compare to the Dragon Warlord? Even with his hands cuffed, Lu Ming could easily handle these low-level trash with just his legs!
As soon as they started, Brother Hu and his men knew they had made a mistake.
Lu Ming moved with fluid grace, impossible to catch in the small cell of less than 20 square meters. Instead, Lu Ming kicked them away one by one.
Brother Hu was kicked into the wall, collapsing to the ground in pain.
Before Brother Hu could react, Lu Ming delivered a knee strike to his chest, eliciting a pig-like scream and a mouthful of blood.
The other subordinates were stunned.
Following that.
Lu Ming swept his leg, knocking three subordinates to the ground, then stomped down on one subordinate's head, instantly shattering all his teeth and breaking his nose.
Blood, urine, teeth, and tears flew everywhere.
The cell was in chaos.
Screams echoed incessantly.
Outside.
The two guards on duty heard the screams. One wanted to investigate, but was stopped.
"Don't go in! Secretary Jia instructed us not to intervene, no matter how much they scream tonight. Just collect the bodies tomorrow morning."
They thought the one screaming was Lu Ming.
They were wrong.
The ones screaming were Brother Hu and his gang!
Lu Ming didn't stop after kicking them all down. He even stomped and broke Brother Hu's leg bone, causing his entire lower leg to cave in.
"Ah!!!"
Brother Hu let out a pig-like scream.
The other subordinates were terrified. They never imagined that tonight's newcomer wouldn't be a pushover, but a demon!
They had even thought about teaching Lu Ming a lesson. Hah, they were truly deluded.
One subordinate ran to the door and knelt, shouting, "Help! Help!!!"
For the first time in his life, he was crying for help. He, who had always been the one to dish out the pain to newcomers, was now begging for mercy.
Unfortunately.
No one paid any attention.
Just as the newcomers they used to torment were ignored, the subordinate's cries went unanswered. Brother Hu and his gang finally understood what despair was, what hell on earth was.
The entire night.
It was filled with wails and screams.
The next day.
As dawn broke, Jia Zheng arrived at the police station with Jia Guowei. They were there to witness Lu Ming's misfortune, to see how badly he had been beaten.
It was even possible that Lu Ming had been beaten to death.
Jia Zheng asked a guard, "How is Lu Ming?"
The guard replied, "As per Secretary Jia's instructions, he was handcuffed and locked up with the hardened criminals for the night. Last night, there were screams and cries of agony, and we followed Secretary Jia's orders not to intervene. So, I don't know Lu Ming's specific condition, but it must be terrible. He's either dead or severely injured."
Jia Zheng nodded with satisfaction.
He said to Jia Guowei, "How is it, son? Dad got revenge for you, right?"
Jia Guowei laughed heartily, "Let's go, Dad. Let's go see Lu Ming's miserable state together!"