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Looking at the pathetic state of the Hulking Man, Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh. While laughing, he glanced at the corner of the cell where there was a water faucet about a meter high next to the toilet. To take a shower, he would probably have to squat underneath it.
Seeing Zhang Yang still able to laugh, the Hulking Man immediately shouted, "Hold him down, Skinny Monkey, you give him a wash!"
Two big guys stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Yang's arms, one on each side. "Drag him over," Skinny Monkey said smugly, pulling out a shoe brush from somewhere.
"This guy is so light." With a little effort, the two big guys lifted Zhang Yang up and headed straight for the faucet. At that moment, Zhang Yang was still smiling at Skinny Monkey.
"Brush his teeth! What are you laughing at?" Skinny Monkey dipped the brush in some water from the toilet, preparing to brush Zhang Yang's teeth first.
Suddenly, there were two loud thuds as the two big guys unexpectedly fell to the ground. Zhang Yang stepped on one of their backs and said to Skinny Monkey holding the shoe brush, "Looks like you want to brush your teeth."
Skinny Monkey froze when he saw his two companions fall down; he felt like he had lost his support. Zhang Yang reached out and grabbed Skinny Monkey by the neck, lifting him off the ground until his face turned a deep shade of purple.
"Brush your teeth!" Zhang Yang said coldly, applying more pressure.
Skinny Monkey struggled to bring the shoe brush toward his mouth...
"Damn it!" The Hulking Man roared angrily and charged at Zhang Yang with surprising speed. "Bang!" Zhang Yang threw Skinny Monkey backhandedly, knocking the Hulking Man down. Skinny Monkey let out a scream as he rolled around on the ground. At this point, the shoe brush was already in Zhang Yang's hand.
The Hulking Man quickly got up and shouted, "Grab weapons and go all out..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a flash in front of him as a wet and smelly shoe brush was shoved into his mouth. Zhang Yang followed up with a heavy punch to the Hulking Man's abdomen. The Hulking Man let out an "ah" as his mouth opened wider, and Zhang Yang pushed the shoe brush further in.
However, taking advantage of this opportunity, several suspects rushed forward. One of them, Scarred Eye, brandished a sharpened toothbrush and aimed for Zhang Yang's waist.
With a series of sounds like crackling thunder, several people were sent flying. Scarred Eye's toothbrush couldn't penetrate; Zhang Yang had pinched its handle between two fingers.
"How disgusting!" Zhang Yang shouted angrily. With his other hand, he grabbed one of Scarred Eye's legs and yanked it hard. Scarred Eye let out a horrific wail as one of his thighs dislocated.
The remaining old and weak individuals looked at Zhang Yang and dared not approach any further.
Warden Hulking Man dug a shoe brush out of his mouth and crouched on the ground, gagging. Zhang Yang stepped forward and grabbed Hulking Man, saying, "Tell me, how many new suspects have you bullied?"
"I haven't counted," Hulking Man replied, trembling.
"It seems your leg wants to dislocate too!" Zhang Yang reached for Hulking Man's leg.
"I'll count! This cell gets an average of 20 new people every month. I've been here for half a year, so I've bullied about 120 people—no, not 120, there are a dozen or so who have connections, I didn't dare touch them."
"Let's say it's a hundred. Go to that corner and knock your head against the wall, saying 'I'm a jerk, I shouldn't bully people' with each knock." After saying this, Zhang Yang threw him aside, and Hulking Man fell to the ground.
Hulking Man had just knocked his head a few times when the iron door of the cell opened, and two guards walked in. "What's going on? Who started this?"
"Report! He dislocated my leg!" Scarred Eye shouted hoarsely from the ground, pointing at Zhang Yang.
"A newcomer who's quite tough. Change cells!" One guard glanced at Zhang Yang, a hint of coldness appearing at the corner of his mouth.
With a clang, the iron door closed, and Zhang Yang was taken away. A suspect with some medical knowledge stepped forward and helped Scarred Eye reattach his thigh with the assistance of two or three others. Before leaving, the guards said to wait for the doctor to come and check on the leg. However, how long that would take was uncertain; waiting all night was possible. Fortunately, there were people in the cell who knew what they were doing.
"Boss, what kind of cell can we get into?" Scarred Eye asked Hulking Man as he felt much more relaxed after having his leg reattached.
"Special Management Cell!" Hulking Man finished rinsing his mouth and gasped for breath. "This kid is in for it now; the people in there are not only skilled but also very ruthless."
The Special Management Cell was defined by the suspects themselves; it was a very special area in the detention center where most of the inmates had experience on the streets. As Hulking Man said, not only were they skilled, but everyone inside was also quite sinister. Various tricks made it hard to defend against them; if one wasn't careful inside, they might not even know how they ended up dead.
The structure of the Special Management Cell was also different from ordinary cells; while ordinary cells usually had large bunk beds, the Special Management Cell consisted of small upper and lower bunks arranged along a corridor.
Zhang Yang was indeed sent to the Special Management Cell. Upon entering, he found it surprisingly peaceful with everyone asleep. The guard closed the door and left. Zhang Yang noticed an empty lower bunk by the corridor and went straight over to lie down. The pillow was a bit low, so he placed his hand under his head for support.
The originally quiet cell suddenly became lively as all the suspects got off their bunks. A few even gathered around Zhang Yang. "Damn it, he's a Pretty Boy," one suspect murmured softly.
"Newcomer, name!" With a low shout, those surrounding Zhang Yang automatically parted to make way for a short man with a square face who stepped forward. Zhang Yang slightly opened his eyes and noticed that everyone else was being very respectful towards him; he thought this person must be the leader of the cell.
Zhang Yang moved his legs a bit, crossing one leg over the other, without responding.
"Hey, you bastard, Big Brother Jun is asking you!" A sturdy man directly lifted his foot and aimed a kick at Zhang Yang's head.
At that moment, Zhang Yang's body suddenly sat up with incredible speed, causing the sturdy man to miss his kick. Just as he was about to retract his foot, Zhang Yang lay back down, resting his head on the sturdy man's calf as if it were a pillow.
"Ouch!" The sturdy man's other leg lost its balance and he knelt down on the ground. He struggled to pull out his trapped leg, but it felt as if it were welded in place, not moving an inch.
"Damn it!" The sturdy man raised his right fist and fiercely struck towards Zhang Yang's head. However, this punch was caught, and with a twist of his hand, Zhang Yang used the momentum to sit up, causing the sturdy man to fall to the ground with a loud thud.
"You've got some guts, kid. Let's have some fun today! Get him in a Headlock!" Big Brother said coldly.
The so-called Headlock involves a group of people continuously pouncing on someone until they are firmly restrained and unable to move their limbs. Then they deliver heavy blows to the head, leaving the victim dazed and unable to resist before slowly torturing them. Even skilled fighters cannot withstand being overwhelmed by multiple attackers in such a confined space; eventually, their limbs will be tightly held down and they will be unable to move.
In this Special Management Cell, no matter how impressive newcomers are, they cannot escape being entangled by a group of skilled individuals. The technique for striking the head is particularly refined; it leaves one dazed but not unconscious, rendering them powerless like a puppet. Of course, there are also those who have heard about the inhumane methods used in the Special Management Cell and submit as soon as they enter.
This Headlock is specifically designed to deal with those who fear nothing.
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