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Looking at these reckless prisoners, Lin Zhihao sighed deeply, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.

He muttered to himself, "As expected of a prison for serious offenders. These guys won't learn their lesson until they're faced with death. Even now, they're still stubborn. Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhihao instantly activated the title of "Half-human, Half-ghost, Invincible Marksman," and a powerful force surged within his body like a raging tide.

Immediately afterwards, he focused his mind and activated his hard qigong, his aura suddenly soared, and he charged towards the prisoners like a ferocious cheetah.

He made full use of the high speed and high evasion advantage granted by the title skill, rushing into the battle group of prisoners like a ghost.

With a flash of cold light and a "thud," the green-glowing cleaver in his hand came crashing down. A prisoner holding a toothbrush knife, who was about to pounce, didn't even have time to react before his arm was cleanly severed. The severed limb flew off, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The man immediately let out a shrill scream.

Without pausing, Lin Zhihao dodged a kick that came from the side.

Immediately afterwards, he spun around, and the cleaver in his hand swept out with a sharp whistling sound. The cold blade was like the scythe of death, instantly slicing open the abdomen of another prisoner. The man's internal organs spilled out instantly, and he screamed and fell to the ground, quickly becoming silent.

At this moment, two prisoners took the opportunity to throw punches at Lin Zhihao from the left and right sides. Lin Zhihao neither dodged nor avoided the punches and took them head-on.

But he remained unmoved, like a towering mountain. Taking advantage of the moment the two men withdrew their fists, Lin Zhihao thrust forward, his knife piercing precisely into the stomach of the man obsessed with human anatomy.

He then quickly drew his knife, retreated, and kicked Huang Guangliang, who was closest to him and hadn't had time to react, sending him flying.

Before Huang Guangliang could even land, Lin Zhihao turned around again, raised his knife, and chopped off the arm of the perverted man who was painting. The man rolled on the ground in pain, his shrill screams echoing through the cell.

Just as Lin Zhihao was about to swing his knife again to continue the attack, he suddenly realized that there was no one around him.

Four prisoners lay sprawled on the ground. Some were clutching their wounds and groaning in pain, some were struggling in pools of blood, and one had already died. Blood spread across the ground, forming a glaring red pool.

The rest of the prisoners had already scattered in fear and fled far away.

Even the three villains, who were originally extremely arrogant, now seemed to have become cowardly lackeys. Their faces were pale, their legs were trembling, and they stood at a distance with their eyes full of fear. They no longer had their previous arrogance, and none of them dared to take another step forward.

Lin Zhihao showed no fear, slowly shaking the still-dripping bone-chopping knife in his hand, his cold gaze sweeping over the prisoners who had fled to the side.

His gaze was as cold and piercing as a physical glare, making every prisoner who was being stared at feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Then, in a calm yet authoritative tone, he said, "So? Now I'm going to be the boss of this cell. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

The entire cell was deathly silent, with only the faint groans of the wounded men drifting through the air.

After a moment, the prisoners seemed to wake up from a nightmare, saying, "No, no."

They answered in unison, their voices filled with barely suppressed terror.

The crowd's eyes were fixed on the four gruesome corpses on the ground, as if under a spell. The bloody scene made them realize how terrifying the man before them was, and no one dared to have the slightest thought of resistance.

System notification: You have punished four criminals. You have gained 50 system energy points, 600 hours of life time, and one green orb.

The system notification states that you have activated the title "Half-Human, Half-Ghost, Invincible Sharpshooter" for 10 seconds, consuming 10 hours of your life time.

Lin Zhihao calmly put away the still-dripping cleaver, walked slowly to the iron door of the cell, and shouted loudly outside: "Ah sir, something bad has happened! There were four people fighting each other here, and they're all dead! Come quick! We're all scared to death."

His voice echoed in the silent corridor, carrying an eerie tone.

Upon hearing Lin Zhihao's words, the other prisoners felt a chill run down their spines, as if a cold draft shot up their backs from their feet, causing them to shiver involuntarily. The scene and the words were truly terrifying.

However, strangely enough, not long after, several prison guards rushed over.

They seemed used to this scene, showing no surprise whatsoever. They simply took out black body bags and skillfully stuffed the four corpses on the ground into them. The process was swift and efficient, without a single extra word.

Then, the prison guards began fetching water, pouring buckets of it onto the floor, and then took out several mops, handing them to the prisoners. The prisoners trembled as they took the mops and began mopping the floor with trepidation, their faces filled with fear and unease.

Half an hour passed slowly in this tense and oppressive atmosphere. Thanks to the efforts of all the prisoners, the floor of the entire cell was finally cleaned up again.

However, the prisoners' eyes still held a lingering look of horror as they looked at the ground, as if the bloody scene was deeply imprinted in their minds and could not be erased.

Lin Zhihao, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He smiled and said to Zhong Chuxiong next to him, "Zhong sir, please change our cells and transfer the prisoners from the other cells here."

Zhong Chuxiong nodded and went to make the arrangements. Sure enough, it didn't take long for everything to be arranged. The newly arrived prisoners, seeing the clean cells, were noticeably more cheerful than the previous prisoners.

Seeing this, Lin Zhihao's lips curled up slightly, and he said with a smile, "Now, I don't think anyone will object to me anymore, right?"

Upon hearing this, the prisoners dared not utter a single objection. They had witnessed Lin Zhihao's methods firsthand, and in their eyes, Lin Zhihao was a terrifying killing god.

Even Huang Guangliang, one of the three villains, was now bowing and smiling obsequiously, his fawning demeanor a stark contrast to his previous ferocity.

He quickly said, "Brother Hao, is that even a question? You should be the boss from the start! The moment you walked in, your domineering aura was overwhelming. I knew then that the position of boss belonged to you! Don't you all agree?"

The other two villains quickly echoed, "Yes, yes!" For a moment, the prisoners in the entire cell displayed a harmonious and symbiotic atmosphere, as if the previous bloody massacre had never happened.

Lin Zhihao smiled with satisfaction as he watched this scene.

Looking at the silent crowd around him, he felt, for the first time in his life, the desire to control the life and death of others. It felt good, just like that line he had seen in a TV series: "If I can't earn your respect, then be afraid of me."

When lunchtime arrived, the prisoners filed into the dining hall under the escort of the prison guards.

Everyone received a standard meal, with a chicken wing on top of the lunchbox and a few scattered green vegetables next to it. The meager appearance made people shake their heads.

When Lin Zhihao saw this bizarre meal, a sudden inspiration flashed in his mind.

He recalled the comical scene in the original story where Zhong Chuxiong sang "One person, one chicken wing; two people, two chicken wings" in that cheeky tone, and was eventually covered in chicken wings by the dinosaurs and others. The scene was chaotic and hilarious.

Just as Lin Zhihao was about to go forward to collect his lunch, a head popped out of the dining hall; it was Zhong Chuxiong.

He was holding a large plate with both hands, on which rested a plump, glistening roast chicken. Zhong Chuxiong grinned and said, "Here, eat slowly."

Lin Zhihao smiled as he accepted the roast chicken and calmly carried it to the table of the three villains.

He deftly tore off two chicken drumsticks and handed them to Big Eyes and Ah-Ki respectively. He then tore off a large chicken wing and handed it to Ho Ka-Kui before starting to eat heartily, praising it repeatedly as he ate: "Not bad, not bad, this tastes amazing!"

The three villains were flattered and exclaimed in unison, "Thank you, Brother Hao!" Then they happily ate the roast chicken, nodding and praising it as they ate.

Seeing this, the other prisoners, though filled with envy, could only silently withdraw their gaze and lower their heads to eat their bland meals.

However, they would still steal glances from time to time at Lin Zhihao, who was happily eating roast chicken, and wonder in their hearts who this extraordinary person was.

Suddenly, a prison guard led four prisoners dressed in prison clothes into the dining hall.

Lin Zhihao looked closely and discovered that one of the balding prisoners was none other than Hua Gulong—Zhang Zhiheng.

After bringing Zhang Zhiheng to this location, the prison guard turned and left. Zhang Zhiheng stood there blankly, a look of confusion in his eyes, appearing somewhat lost.

At this moment, Zhong Chuxiong strode over, baton in hand. He pointed the baton at Zhang Zhiheng and shouted, "Kid, once you're on my turf, no matter how powerful you are outside, whether you're a dragon or a tiger, you'd better behave yourself."

Otherwise, you might find yourself subjected to one of my four most brutal tortures, the kind I prepare specifically for disobedient individuals!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiheng nodded hurriedly, looking exactly like a bewildered newcomer who had just entered prison.

However, Lin Zhihao, who was familiar with the plot, knew in his heart that this guy was not as simple as he seemed.

Zhang Zhiheng is actually a person who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. If it weren't for the cunning swindler Chen Shisi being one step ahead, someone might have really lost their life at his hands.

Lin Zhihao thought to himself, "Now that you've come here, I'm going to make you understand that some money should never be touched."

Lin Zhihao deftly tore off a piece of tender chicken and gently placed it on He Jiaju's plate.

He Jiaju looked puzzled. Seeing this, Lin Zhihao turned his head slightly and gestured towards Zhang Zhiheng with his lips.

He Jiaju understood immediately, picked up the plate, stood up and walked to Zhang Zhiheng's side. He held the tempting chicken up to Zhang Zhiheng's nose and deliberately raised his voice, saying, "Kid, Brother Hao thinks highly of you. Hurry up and thank Brother Hao."

Zhang Zhiheng quickly turned around, bowed deeply in Lin Zhihao's direction, bending at a ninety-degree angle, and said with utmost respect, "Thank you, Brother Hao."

Lin Zhihao remained calm, simply nodding slightly and saying unhurriedly, "Eat."

Zhang Zhiheng quickly reached out and carefully took the chicken. Without hesitation, he put it into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and chewed it in big bites. Then, he swallowed the chicken in one smooth motion, as if afraid that his slow movements would displease Lin Zhihao.

A faint smile appeared on Lin Zhihao's lips, but his expression changed abruptly. He pretended to be panicked and exclaimed, "Hey, big eyes, did you see the piece of chicken I just tore off?"

This is really strange. How can something go missing from a prison cell? If I ever find out who stole my chicken, I'll give them a good beating.

Huang Guangliang was taken aback at first, but he quickly understood Lin Zhihao's intention. He immediately pointed his finger directly at Zhang Zhiheng and said righteously, "Brother Hao, this kid just ate a piece of chicken. I saw it clearly. He definitely stole it."

Zhang Zhiheng was instantly stunned. His eyes darted back and forth between Lin Zhihao's feigned innocent face and Huang Guangliang's righteous expression, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

Finally, he knelt down with a thud, his face ashen, his voice trembling violently as he stammered, "I...I didn't...steal...chicken."

Lin Zhihao looked at Zhang Zhiheng kneeling on the ground, sighed heavily, his face full of disappointment, and said earnestly, "Brother, how could you do this? You just came in and you're already stealing my chicken. This is really unacceptable."

There's a saying, "He who steals a needle when young will steal gold when old." You've already started stealing chicken meat as soon as you're in prison; what will you be like when you get out? You'll be stealing whole chickens!

Ho Ka-kui, who was standing nearby, quickly chimed in, "Kid, take a good look. Brother Ho treats you so well, how could you be so heartless as to steal Brother Ho's chicken?"

Lin Zhihao shook his head slightly and sighed, "Alas, I'm just too soft-hearted."

"Look at you, you stole my chicken! I can't bring myself to beat you up, but I'm so angry I just want someone to step in and beat you up so I can vent my anger."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in the same cell as Lin Zhihao immediately understood. He stood up abruptly, rushed towards Zhang Zhiheng, and kicked him hard in the chest.

Caught off guard, Zhang Zhiheng was kicked backward and fell to the ground. "Bang bang bang," the man then kicked Zhang Zhiheng repeatedly as he lay on the ground.

Zhang Zhiheng rolled around on the ground in pain, letting out pitiful cries.