Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen stretched lazily, and the sound of his muscles stretching was particularly clear in the silent cell.

He walked to the rusty horizontal bar in the corner, weighed it twice, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's you, baby."

He flipped onto the bar with a clean move and started doing pull-ups.

The prisoners around him were busy with their own things, but when they saw this, they all stopped and focused their eyes on him like searchlights.

One, two, three...

Wu Hen's movements were not fast, and were even a little slow, as if he was performing a slow-motion replay.

The contempt in the eyes of the surrounding prisoners grew stronger and stronger, as if they were looking at a clown seeking attention.

"Tsk, is that all? I thought you were a master, but turns out to be a useless person." A burly man with a face full of flesh spat in disdain.

"That's right, with those skinny arms and legs, I guess he can't even beat me." Another skinny man also sneered.

Wu Hen turned a deaf ear to the ridicule and continued doing pull-ups.

After finishing eight sets, he jumped off the horizontal bar lightly, dusted off his hands, and looked calm and composed.

Just then, three figures blocked his way.

A crew-haired young man in the middle pointed at Wu Hen's nose arrogantly, his tone full of provocation: "Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

The buzz-cut brother looked up with his nose in the air, like a proud fighting cock. "Do you know who our boss is? Brother Meng from the Black Dragon Gang!"

"Now I'm giving you a chance. Kneel down and call me big brother. Then follow us and we'll make sure you have everything you need!"

Wu Hen raised his eyebrows and asked in feigned surprise, "The Black Dragon Gang? Is it that powerful? Has it had three leaders?"

The crew cut guy was stunned for a moment, then realized that Wu Hen was teasing them.

He suddenly flew into a rage: "You're looking for death!" He was about to explode when a rough voice came from behind him: "What's going on?"

A Mengdi, a sturdy man with broad shoulders, thick waist and muscular body, walked over.

He looked Wu Hen up and down, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes: "Is this the guy?"

"With such delicate skin and tender flesh, I guess you can't even withstand a punch from me."

As he said that, he grabbed Wu Hen's collar and tried to lift him up.

However, Wu Hen did not move at all, standing there as steadily as a mountain.

A Mengdi pulled hard a few times, but couldn't move him at all.

His expression changed and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"That's it?" Wu Hen raised his lips in a sarcastic arc.

A Mengdi was so angry that he raised his fist as big as a casserole and hit Wu Hen in the face.

If this punch landed solidly, it would probably break Wu Hen's nose.

However, Wu Hen just slightly turned his body to avoid the attack.

Amengdi's fist missed and he lost his balance and almost fell.

Wu Hen seized the opportunity and struck out like lightning, with a clean hook punch hitting Amengdi's chin.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Amengdi's jaw was dislocated.

He screamed, covered his chin and fell to the ground, rolling around in pain.

Seeing this, the two guys with crew cuts immediately rushed over.

Wu Hen sneered, and his figure flashed like a ghost. With three punches and two kicks, he knocked the two younger brothers to the ground.

At this moment, a deep voice came from the crowd: "Stop!"

A tall, stern-faced middle-aged man walked out.

He glanced at A Mengdi and his two younger brothers lying on the ground with sharp eyes.

Then he looked at Wu Hen and said in a deep voice, "I am Boss Han, and I have the final say here. You beat up my people, and you want to let it go just like that?"

Following an order from Elder Han, the surrounding prisoners slowly gathered around and surrounded Wu Hen.

Han Da Lao showed a hint of sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Boy, you are good at fighting, but two fists can't beat four hands. Today, you can't escape even if you have wings!"

Wu Hen walked up to A Mengdi, stepped on his chest, and asked condescendingly, "Tell me, who sent you here? Tell the truth and I'll try to get leniency."

He deliberately imitated the interrogation scenes in TV dramas, his tone was serious, but there was a sense of frivolous ruffianism in it.

Ah Mengdi grimaced in pain, but he stiffened his neck and refused to speak: "You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you! You want me to betray my brothers? No way!"

"Oh, you're quite loyal."

Wu Hen was amazed, then changed the subject, "What a pity, what I hate most is this kind of stubborn guy."

He raised his foot and kicked Amengdi in the right eye.

"Ah!" Amengdi let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, and his right eye immediately swelled up like a walnut.

"Are you willing to tell me now?" Wu Hen asked again.

Ah Mengdi still insisted: "Kill me if you dare! I will be a brave man again in 18 years!"

"Hero? I think you are quite a coward." Wu Hen sneered and kicked Amengdi in the left eye again.

Now, Amengdi completely turned into a panda-eyed man, looking funny and miserable.

"Last chance. Who sent you here?"

Wu Hen's tone turned cold, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes.

Brother A Meng was shaking with pain, but he still refused to speak.

Seeing this, Wu Hen sighed and seemed to have lost his patience.

He squatted down and gently pressed two fingers against Mengdi's throat.

Her tone was as gentle as a lover's whisper: "I'm not very patient. If you don't tell me, I will..."

Amengdi felt the pressure in his throat and breathing became difficult.

He widened his eyes in horror and finally broke down: "It's...it's Han..."

"It's... it's Mr. Han..." Brother Meng uttered a few words with difficulty, his voice as thin as a mosquito.

Wu Hen let go of A Mengdi, stood up straight, and clapped his hands as if he was dusting off some dirt.

He looked at Elder Han with a half-smile: "Elder Han? I've heard of your name for a long time."

"I didn't expect you to enjoy playing this 'backstabbing' game. What a unique hobby."

A sinister look flashed across Han Da Lao's eyes, but he quickly concealed it and put on a fake smile: "Boy, you are very arrogant."

"But this is my territory, and I make the rules."

"You hit my people, and you won't be able to walk away unscathed."

As he waved his hand, the prisoners around him immediately pounced on Wu Hen like hungry wolves.

"More than forty people? Wow, there's strength in numbers." Wu Hen looked around, a playful smile on his lips.

"However, having too many people... is sometimes not necessarily a good thing."

Han Da Lao walked up to Wu Hen and said arrogantly: "Here, power is everything."

"With my fists and the forty or so brothers under me, I'm the boss here."

"You, a newcomer, what right do you have to fight me?"

He pointed at the prisoners around him and said, "No matter how good you are at fighting, can you beat forty or so men like Ah Mengdi?"

Wu Hen did not answer, but just moved his wrist, making a crisp "click" sound.

His eyes gradually became fierce, and a powerful aura emanated from him, oppressing the prisoners around him so much that they felt it was hard to breathe.

"Want to try it?" Wu Hen's voice was low and intimidating, like the whisper of a devil from hell.

Old Han narrowed his eyes and looked Wu Hen up and down, and suddenly a sense of uneasiness arose in his heart.

This kid seems...

A little different...

"Boy, I'll give you one last chance..." Elder Han's voice was threatening.