So satisfying! The Great Demon King wiped out everyone equally!

Everyone gasped instantly, and almost everyone was thinking to themselves: Cang Lan is probably going to get a beating.

Fat Dongqiang, that burly guy with a face full of scars, stood with his hands on his hips, his lecherous little eyes brazenly scanning Cang Lan's body, while he swore, "You fucking slut, it's your good fortune that I've taken a liking to you! Quickly kneel down and beg for mercy, maybe I'll go easy on you." As he spoke, he was drooling, looking utterly disgusting.

A storm suddenly ignited in Canglan's dark eyes, and in the next instant, he flashed in front of Fatty Dongqiang.

The large hand, like a palm-leaf fan, slapped repeatedly towards Fatty Dongqiang's face. It was so fast that it even created a whooshing sound.

"Slap slap slap slap slap..." After dozens of slaps, Fatty Dongqiang's already round face instantly swelled up like a steamed bun.

Fatty Dongqiang whimpered and mumbled incoherently, "Ahhh! I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Cang Lan looked at Pang Dongqiang's face, which was swollen like a ball, and felt a surge of disgust. Without thinking, she raised her foot and kicked Pang Dongqiang. Pang Dongqiang screamed in pain as he was kicked.

Fatty Dongqiang, that scoundrel, wasn't about to give up. He got up and charged at Canglan. Canglan nimbly dodged, and Fatty Dongqiang, like a headless fly, crashed straight into a pillar with a "thud."

"Ah—!" A scream rang out, sounding like a pig being slaughtered. Then, Fatty Dongqiang's two-hundred-pound body crashed heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Canglan couldn't help but laugh out loud, like a goose. While laughing, she even picked up the two-hundred-pound "ball".

With two sharp cracks, Cang Lan broke both of Pang Dongqiang's wrists. "Aaaaaaahh ...

When Pang Dongqiang was barely clinging to life, the prison guards slowly came out to stop him.

Good heavens, that 200-pound fat man took ten grown men a tremendous amount of effort to lift up.

The surrounding prisoners looked at Cang Lan with immediate fear and apprehension, and by the end of the day, no one dared to provoke him.

After this battle, Canglan became famous. But this fame also attracted prisoners with certain fetishes, such as that guy Zhao Yong.

Zhao Yong had a penchant for ruthlessly taking advantage of women. He had "played" with almost every decent-looking man in the prison, and Han Mo had suffered quite a bit at his hands.

He was the prison bully that Chen Zhiyan hired to deal with Han Mo.

"Boss, that wild boar Fatty Dongqiang was beaten so badly by that kid, it seems like the odds of us taking on him are slim. Let's just give up!" the underling said, shrinking his neck and looking scared.

Zhao Yong glared at him, "We haven't even started fighting yet, and you're already this scared? You coward!"

“That’s right, that kid’s got soft, delicate skin, that’s the kind of guy that’s fun to tame. Don’t you know that’s what the boss likes?” another henchman said with a fawning expression.

Zhao Yong and his underling exchanged a glance and chuckled, "Hmph, you're the one who understands me best!"

"Boss, how about we... make our move while we're taking a shower tonight?" the underling suggested, winking at him.

Zhao Yong's mouth watered at the thought of Cang Lan's broad shoulders and narrow waist; his eyes gleamed with lust, and he looked utterly lewd.

Announcement: "The prisoners on the second floor are now taking a shower! They have twenty minutes!"

Canglan couldn't stand the stench of her own body anymore; it was so bad it could kill someone. Who knew she'd have to do hard labor here!

Cang Lan followed Chen Xuedong and the others into the bathhouse in a grand procession.

The prison's shower room was spacious but rudimentary, with rows of showerheads neatly arranged, spraying water droplets that gathered into small streams on the floor. The air was filled with a damp atmosphere and a faint smell of disinfectant.

Cang Lan walked into the bathhouse, and as soon as she took off her clothes, her perfect figure instantly attracted the attention of many people.

His muscular chest, toned abs, and long, powerful legs drew admiration from many. But the thought of Cang Lan's ruthlessness quickly suppressed any fleeting thoughts that arose within them, and no one dared to make a move.

Looking at the reactions of those around him, Canglan couldn't help but feel a little smug.

He had already seen most of it; his was the best.

Cang Lan strode confidently to a mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and couldn't help but admire himself. He even reached out and touched his abs, muttering, "I didn't expect this man's body to be so interesting."

She was even thinking about whether she should reshape a man's body in the future and use it alternately.

Just as Cang Lan was admiring herself, she felt a disgusting gaze. Cang Lan immediately recognized that it was one of the murderers who killed Han Mo.

Zhao Yong had been unable to contain himself any longer. He stared intently at Cang Lan's large chili pepper, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said, "Kid, I advise you to be smart and serve me well from now on. You'll live a life of luxury with me from now on, okay?"

"Hehehehe!" A group of people let out a disgusting laugh.

Zhao Yong pressed forward with a knife, but Cang Lan kicked him away, sending his head crashing into the concrete ground.

"Ahhh!!! Blood, I'm bleeding!" He wiped his head, and fresh blood gushed out.

Cang Lan took just one step forward, which scared Zhao Yong half to death.

"You, you don't come any closer! I have a knife, you, you, you... Hurry up! You bunch of useless trash, grab him!"

"You think you're the only one with a weapon?" Cang Lan revealed a wicked smile, and pulled out a pink spiked club from somewhere.

The pink spiked club was covered with a dense array of sharp spikes, each one incredibly sharp. The key feature was that these spikes varied in length and were arranged in a staggered pattern on the club, resembling the fangs of countless small beasts ready to attack.

Cang Lan swung the spiked club in his hand and smashed it hard all over Zhao Yong's body, but he didn't hit his buttocks.

The spikes on the spiked club instantly pierced Zhao Yong's skin, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Zhao Yong let out a heart-wrenching scream, his body writhing in agony.

Canglan pounded on Zhao Yong's body again and again, leaving him a bloody mess and a gruesome sight, with only his buttocks remaining, which looked quite out of place.

When Zhao Yong's henchmen saw their boss being beaten so badly, they stood still, too scared to approach.

Cang Lan looked at them, threw down the spiked club, and shouted, "Weren't you going to hit me? I've thrown away the spiked club, so come at me all at once."

The underlings exchanged glances, hesitated for a moment, then gritted their teeth and charged forward.

Cang Lan raised his fist, each punch landing squarely on bone. You could hear the cracking sound of bones breaking. Some of his underlings had their ribs broken and collapsed to the ground groaning in pain; others were hit in the chin, their teeth and blood splattering out together.

The entire bathhouse was filled with screams and wails. The henchmen were beaten to a pulp, lying on the ground clutching their wounds and writhing in pain, their previous arrogance completely gone.