Slay the God: The head of the demon god, I will protect Hongying

Wang Shao, wearing prison clothes, followed the nurse through the winding corridor and found a transparent door several centimeters thick. Even the five senses of the Fighting God could not perceive the situation behind the door.

Mental insulator?

No wonder I couldn’t sense what was happening outside the prison from my room.

The nurse came to the door, looked at the camera, then took out his work ID card and showed it to the front of his chest.

"Worker number, what does Mr. Bingdeng think is the best milk tea in the world today?"

"The purple taro-flavored Bobomeeme Piaopiao milk tea is so delicious it'll make you want to bleat."

"The code is correct, please pass."

With a slight sound, the transparent door was opened, revealing an open-air activity area outside.

"This codeword..."

Wang Shao sighed. It took only a few minutes to get here from the room, and he had to go through nine checkpoints.

The methods for passing each level are different, including code words, face recognition, fingerprint recognition, swiping work ID, entering passwords...

This is not about preventing mental illness, it's about preventing thieves. I wonder what treasure is hidden inside.

The purple taro-flavored Bobomeeme Piaopiao milk tea is so delicious it makes you want to bleat. It's truly bizarre.

Is this something a normal person could come up with?

It's worthy of being a mental hospital.

"Go ahead, take a walk, and just be back here before 2pm."

The nurse turned sideways and spoke softly to Wang Shao.

"Huh? You're coming back? Aren't you already wearing prison uniforms?"

"Of course you come back. You're not a prisoner."

"...Then why do you want me to wear prison clothes?"

"I couldn't find any suitable clothes."

"..."

Wang Shao took a step forward and looked at a large group of prisoners in uniforms walking around for a walk. He seemed to remember something and turned around to ask.

"How's the safety here?"

"Not good. This place is full of vicious superpowers. Some of them have taken possession of the Forbidden Ruins and commit crimes. Some are professionally trained and can kill a whole group of people on their own. There are also night watchmen... Anyway, the people here are capable of anything. It's best to keep your distance from them."

Wang Shao nodded and walked into the activity area.

The prison's activity area is very large, about the size of two gymnasiums, and even the five senses of the fighting god cannot cover it.

It is surrounded by a towering steel wall, about fifty meters high. On top of the wall, there is a dark watchtower every hundred meters, with snipers on board.

Twenty meters from the ground, the wall is covered with an electric fence. Without using the forbidden area, no one can climb over the wall, except... Wang Shao.

For him, it was just a matter of taking one step.

If you want to leave here, the most difficult thing is not to leave here, but whether you will encounter strong suppression after leaving, and... how to go back.

Wang Shao walked forward and saw a dozen prisoners playing basketball violently on the basketball court not far away.

On one side of the basketball court is a rubber track, and next to it is the national equipment activity area, with single and double bars...

There was a large group of prisoners gathered there, talking about something. When they saw Wang Shao looking over, all the prisoners stopped what they were doing.

While staring at Wang Shao closely, they whispered to each other.

"Boss Han, is this... a new guy?"

A prisoner with a scarred face came up to a burly, dark-skinned man and spoke excitedly.

"This new guy has a good figure and looks."

A strange light appeared in Boss Han's eyes, and he licked his lower lips with his tongue.

"Looks like we have to strike first. She's so pretty, so tender... She's truly top-notch. We can't let those other bastards get there first."

Scarface rubbed his hands, looked at Wang Shao, raised his eyebrows, and smiled obscenely.

"No rush, let others test the waters first and see what comes."

"What are you afraid of? You can't use the forbidden ruins."

"Have you forgotten how Fourth Brother died?"

Boss Han snorted coldly and reminded.

Upon hearing this, Scarface was stunned, and his eager expression immediately froze.

"Back then, Fourth Brother was the boss here, but wasn't he stabbed to death by that lunatic named Cao?"

"Fortunately... he was wearing prison clothes."

After Boss Han finished speaking, he suddenly threw the basketball in his hand away.

boom--! !

There was a loud noise, and the glass on the basket was smashed to pieces by the powerful basketball, and the broken glass was scattered all over the ground.

"If he doesn't have any outstanding qualities, then... hey, you know what I mean."

The corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc.

Wang Shao walked over, found a place to sit down, and looked at the prisoners in uniforms exercising around him, feeling a little confused.

I can't go out, so who am I showing off my big body to?

Attracting the same sex?

Just when Wang Shao was confused, three burly men came over and stood in front of him.

The man in the lead was a burly man, two meters tall, with extremely thick arms and tattoos. He was looking at Wang Shao with a sneer.

"Boy, new here?"

"Ah."

"This is the boss of the Black Dragon Gang, Brother Meng! From now on, you are Brother Meng's man, why don't you call for help?"

The guy with a crew cut pointed at the burly man in front of him, a playful look in his eyes.

"The Black Dragon Gang of three? Not interested!"

Wang Shao glanced at the three people in front of him and lowered his head in boredom.

"Boy, you are so crazy!"

Brother Meng's expression froze, and he was obviously angry.

He grabbed Wang Shao by the collar, clenched his right fist, and swung it towards Wang Shao's abdomen.

The fist wind whistled, sweeping with terrifying power.

boom!

"what!!!"

Brother A Meng screamed and quickly withdrew his painful right hand.

He rubbed his left hand constantly. The punch just now was like hitting a steel plate. Not only did it not have any effect on Wang Shao, but the reaction force actually bounced his fist back.

The harder you hit, the stronger the recoil.

"How can it be!"

Brother A Meng's eyes widened, and he looked at Wang Shao with shock in his eyes.

"Hey! You hit me! I didn't even scream, why did you scream?"

Wang Shao slowly walked towards the burly man and looked at him with a sneer as he retreated repeatedly.

"Don't come over here, or I'll get serious."

Brother Meng mustered up his courage, stood still, and looked at Wang Shao fiercely.

boom--! !

A crisp sound was heard, and Brother Meng was hit in the face by a punch. He fell straight to the ground, spitting out blood from his mouth.

"Can't help but hit..."

Seeing that Brother Meng was knocked down before he could even throw a punch, Wang Shao shook his head and looked over.

"Brother Meng, you are awesome. Who told you to do it?"

Wang Shaoke didn't think that as soon as he showed up, someone would cause trouble for him for no reason.

Brother Meng stood up with the help of his two younger brothers, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face full of anger.

"Damn it, stop being so arrogant, I..."

boom--!

Wang Shao punched him again, this time directly in the face.

"Fuck!"

boom--!

Another punch.

"I……"

boom--!

boom--! !

boom--! ! !

Wang Shao punched A Mengge three times in a row on his eyes and nose.

Suddenly, A Mengge's eyes turned into panda eyes, and blood flowed from under his nose...

Ameng's eyes narrowed into slits and he couldn't open them.

He covered his eyes in pain and wailed.

"I have no patience!"

Wang Shao reached out and grabbed Amengge's throat, just like Amengge had grabbed his collar just now, gradually exerting force.