People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

'Jesse, I don't want to see you play tricks on me here, so take action now.

I want to see the results of your actions as soon as possible. Don't think you can escape my eyes while you are in Mansfield Prison.

Remember, my eyes are always on you! '

Signed, Mr. K.

After seeing the letter, the man named Jeston suddenly became extremely nervous.

This Mr. K is his immediate superior and the biggest boss in the beach umbrella company.

Jeston didn't expect that he would be under the surveillance of Mr. K while he was out on a mission.

"Can't delay any longer!"

Jeston's eyes were full of murderous intent. "Let's set the action for three days. The prison will arrange for prisoners to enter Area C to clean up. Anthony must die."

Unfortunately, Jeston never dreamed that he had already triggered the racial talent of Liberi, and unknowingly fell into Rupert's trap.

Three days flew by.

With the help of his younger sister, Qi Yan lived a more comfortable life than in Rhodes Island.

Just as he was lying on the bed, watching TV and eating fruit, a prison guard came to area B.

Qi Yan casually threw the fruit core into the trash can, wiped his hands on his clothes, and jumped to the door of the room.

The other prisoners did almost the same thing as Qi Yan, looking at the prison guards curiously.

"Come on, send some people to clean the rooms of those serious criminals in Area C," said the prison guard.

As soon as he finished speaking, many hands reached out in the room.

The prison guard was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he saw these prisoners working so enthusiastically.

At this rate, there is no need for his companion to go to Area A to select people. He can directly gather enough people in Area B.

"You, you, you... the ones I pointed out, wait for me to open the door. Everyone else, put your hands back."

The prison guards finally followed the rules and only called out some of the people.

Qi Yan and others were just within the roll call range, except for Meier, who didn't even raise her hand.

Don't ask, the answer is that Mel is doing the design!

A group of people followed the prison guards in receiving cleaning tools and poured into Area C.

Qi Yan did not hesitate and immediately grabbed the spot to clean Anthony's cell, helping himself get the best position to watch the show.

Entering Anthony's cell, Qi Yan carried the toilet brush and walked straight towards Anthony's washbasin.

Hemer and Kafka noticed Qi Yan's movements and hurriedly grabbed him.

While the three were arguing, the sound of a prison guard shouting and cursing suddenly came from outside the room, followed by the sound of a chaotic fight.

Qi Yan threw away the toilet brush in his hand, took two steps at a time and looked over. Sure enough, he found a group of people who had ambushed and knocked out the prison guard and were surrounding Anthony.

The killers noticed Qi Yan and his two companions, exchanged glances with each other, and immediately sent one of them to rush over with murderous eyes.

Kafka rolled his eyes, and rushed forward to fight, but was knocked unconscious cleanly.

"Kafka!"

Seeing this, Hemer subconsciously exclaimed and wanted to turn around to ask Qi Yan for help.

Then she saw Qi Yan bump his head into the killer's chest, screaming and falling to the ground.

Homer:?

Hemer didn't understand what was going on. When she saw the killer looking at her, she was so scared that her face turned pale and she turned and ran away.

She had only run two steps when she saw a prison guard walking towards her.

"save……"

Hemer opened her mouth to ask for help, but when she saw the prison guard's face, she swallowed the words back.

The visitor was a female Vaifan prison guard with long loose silver hair and a pair of dragon horns beside her ears that hinted at majesty and power, adding a bit of mystery to her.

The female prison guard's orange dragon eyes locked onto Hemer and the murderer chasing him from behind.

A dangerous gleam of coldness flashed in her eyes, and her body swayed, appearing beside Hemer in an instant.

She was seen holding the brim of her prison guard hat with one hand, and casually raising the other hand to block the killer.

The killer, wearing homemade brass knuckles on his fists, struck down with a punch.

boom--

The metal brass knuckles collided with the female prison guard's arm, making a dull sound similar to that of metal colliding.

"Uh!"

The killer's eyes widened and he felt as if he was hitting a steel plate made of D32 steel, and his fists were numb.

The female prison guard didn't even look at him. She turned around and grabbed Hemer, whispering, "Pretend to faint!"

Hemer was stunned when she heard that, then she looked at Qi Yan and Kafka, only to find that these two guys were lying on the ground, watching the show on her side with relish.

"I……"

Hemer opened his mouth to say something, but felt a light chop on his neck from the female prison guard.

She hesitated for a moment and then fell to the ground obediently.

After dealing with Hemer, the female prison guard turned around and found that the killer had already attacked her. She had no time to react and the homemade metal brass knuckles hit her shoulder heavily.

boom--

The killer used all his strength to deliver this punch.

The recoil force made the killer feel as if his fingers were about to break.

Faced with the killer's increasingly terrified expression, the female prison guard remained motionless, with a hint of embarrassment on her resolute face.

"Well, come again."

The female prison guard coughed lightly and punched the killer.

The killer was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat. He closed his eyes and started punching randomly.

The fist seemed to hit something.

The killer opened his eyes in doubt and found that the female prison guard, who was as hard as D32 steel, was lying on the ground.

"I...I've become stronger?"

The killer looked at his fist, his breathing gradually became rapid. The experience just now made him feel as if he was riding a roller coaster.

Adrenaline continued to flow, and the killer felt endless energy throughout his body.

"Everyone, let go of Anthony. I'm going to finish him off!"

The killer roared and rushed towards Anthony.

Then there is no more.

Anthony knocked down the inexplicable killer with one punch, and the furry tiger's face was full of confusion.

At this time, another killer took advantage of the chaos and launched a sneak attack from behind.

Before the killer could get close to Anthony, a knife flew from the side and forcibly interrupted the killer's attack.

The killer stepped back and looked at the attacker.

A black-haired woman with a dejected expression and looking weak slowly withdrew her arm. She was wearing the prison uniform of the prisoners in Area A.

"Where did the raccoon come from?"

A fierce look flashed in the killer's eyes. He gave up on Anthony for the time being and prepared to deal with this troublemaker who suddenly appeared.

Anthony tried to rescue them, but unfortunately he himself was entangled by the killers and could not escape for a while.

The black-haired woman faced the killer rushing towards her, knowing that she was no match for him. She looked a little flustered and prepared to fight back.

Unfortunately, the two were obviously not on the same level. After three or two moves, the black-haired woman was punched and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Damn it...why...is this happening..."

The black-haired woman struggled unwillingly for a few times, and her vision slowly fell into darkness.

Before she passed out, she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to see the people who were knocked unconscious at the beginning secretly opening their eyes and looking at her as if they were watching a show.

Anthony watched helplessly as the black-haired woman was knocked unconscious for rescuing him, and anger finally appeared on his calm face.

The muscles on his sturdy arms gradually tensed, and the gentlemanly aura that Anthony had cultivated over the years slowly suppressed, while the wild aura unique to a wild beast rose steadily.

"Roar!"

The roar, which was almost indistinguishable from that of a human or an animal, echoed in the prison.

Anthony ignored the attacks of the killers and relied on his strong physique to resist them. He swung his fists and knocked the killer in front of him away. Then he changed his fists into palms, grabbed the nearest killer, and swung his body wildly like a weapon.

Qi Yan lay on the ground, watching Anthony's violent fight, and couldn't help but sighed with regret:

"These killers are still too weak. I thought I could see the Earthshaking and Rock-Breaking Attack of the Big Tiger."