I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 515: 【179】Hexagon Prison_5
Because of their lack of seriousness, it led to the mysterious and tragic death of that prison guard.
Having learned from past mistakes, others were naturally not so brazen anymore, directly instructing the driver to drive the transport truck deep into Hexagon Prison.
Once they arrived there, they would then proceed to transfer him.
Since the establishment of Hexagon Prison, there’s always been a tradition.
The transport truck would never drive into the prison interior; the prisoners being transported would walk in on foot.
This way, while passing through the corridor flanked by barbed wire, they would be subjected to humiliation and abuse by prisoners hanging onto the wire.
This was to give newcomers a show of force, making them behave more honestly.
But today, the arrival of Wang Longhu broke this rule. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
All the prisoners witnessed the transport truck driving into the prison interior.
For a moment, all the prisoners knew one thing: Hexagon Prison seemed to have received an extraordinary prisoner.
And this prisoner, on his first day, personally killed a prison guard.
This event was unprecedented in the history of Hexagon Prison.
Soon, the news spread person to person, throughout the entire Hexagon Prison.
East District of Hexagon Prison.
A black man, doing a handstand, emitted steam from his body, and upon closer inspection, one could see he was supporting himself on two fingers.
Two fingers supporting his entire body weight; his body control and bone strength were nothing short of astonishing.
"Boss, today a tough guy arrived, he killed a prison guard."
A prisoner wearing a sleeveless prison uniform walked in from outside, reporting while smoking.
The black man asked expressionlessly: "Whose man is it?"
"I don’t recognize him, and no one has stepped forward to claim him."
"Find a way to kill him. Keeping such a person in Hexagon Prison is too big of a risk."
"I understand."
South District of Hexagon Prison.
A white man with a Mohawk kept throwing punches at a punching bag in the room.
His punching speed was so fast that afterimages even appeared in the room.
Bang, bang, bang!
Every punch would elicit a shriek from the cowhide punching bag, which eventually fell silent.
As the white man reached out and unzipped the punching bag, a head swollen like a pig’s emerged immediately.
Greedily gulping fresh air, while at the same time, the sealed punching bag filled with a dense stench of blood.
"Mr. Jostar, about that shipment, I really don’t know where it is. I just drive the car, I don’t deliver the goods."
’Pighead’ spoke out in fear.
The next second, an iron fist directly slammed into his face.
His facial bones instantly collapsed, and a mess of red and white stuff scattered all over the ground.
"Mr. Jostar, today Hexagon Prison received an unusual prisoner. Do you want to make contact?"
A blond male prisoner walked in from outside the room and asked.
Though clearly a prisoner, he had an air of being on vacation, with his prison uniform worn like a fashion model, as if he were showcasing in jail.
The white man, addressed as Jostar, took a handkerchief to wipe the blood off his palm.
One could see on the surface of his hands a layer of metallic color like steel.
This was not a cover or paint; it was true steel embedded into his palms.
This was a genuine iron fist!
"Alright, go find out about him. If he has enough strength, welcome him to join my camp."
Jostar elegantly and gentlemanly picked up the coffee from the table beside him and started sipping.
West District of Hexagon Prison.
An Indian with a headscarf tied on his head sat on a steel board covered with iron spikes in a bizarre yoga pose.
These iron spikes were seven to eight centimeters long each, and if a normal person sat on them, they’d be pierced instantly due to their weight.
But this Indian sat stably as if he were a paper person, unperturbed.
More mysteriously, the Indian bent his legs behind his neck and tucked them in.
It could be said he was entirely sitting on this iron spike board with his butt.
Most amazing was that hidden within the hair wrapped by his headscarf, there were plants growing.
At this moment, green shoots sprouted from his hair, full of life.
Anyone witnessing this could only admire, saying Indians indeed have many incredible skills.
"Sage Roy..."
A young man with an Indian face rushed in, and before he could speak, the Indian calmly said: "I already know."
"Huh?" His subordinate was puzzled.
He was definitely the first person to report the news, how did Sage Roy already know what happened?
"That person is strong; his Spiritual Telekinesis is so powerful that I sensed it the moment he struck. If my guess is correct,
that person must have used Spiritual Telekinesis to kill someone; that guy shouldn’t have provoked him." Sage Roy slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was full of wisdom and age, as if he had seen through everything.
"Sage Roy, what should we do next? Should we recruit him into our group?" his subordinate asked.
"This person will definitely become our companion, for he is a rare Spiritual Mind Master, unlike Black Demon, Jostar, Lei Lin, or those others; they cannot subdue him.
No need to seek him out; he doesn’t wish to be disturbed in his current state. When the time comes for him to awaken, I will personally meet him." Sage Roy calmly stated.
