Chapter 2088: He Accidentally Fell Down
Looking at the physical dynamics of that quark ball, it was clearly different from before, right?
So Bing Chacha stepped forward and grabbed the quark ball in one hand!
The weight was completely off!
Bing Chacha slammed the quark ball hard on the ground, and soon the black metal packed inside all fell off, revealing the big hole that had been dug out!
Veins bulged on Bing Chacha's forehead:
(ꐦ･ˇyiˇ･) "What's going on with this quark ball? Why is it hollow? Did you do this?"
"You hid inside the ball for three days, resisting the erosion of the Styx water?"
Jiangnan spread his hands: ╮(•́ω•̀)╭ "Huh? How would I know why the ball turned out like this? This is what you gave me, right? Don't try to pin it on me, okay?"
"Besides! With my ordinary mortal body, how could I possibly damage a quark ball?"
In reality, Jiangnan had tried his best to disguise it, but he simply couldn't use the Niu Ma Pen to draw quark metal!
Every time he drew, it came out as black steel, so he had no choice but to fill it with black steel. In the end, he was still found out!
Bing Chacha was furious: "Bullshit! How could the ball be hollow? Who else could have done it but you?"
I thought the kid was being punished in solitary confinement, but who knew he was actually hiding inside the quark ball?
He really has tricks up his sleeve, huh? But the key is—how did he break the quark ball? That's practically the ultimate hardness of cosmic materials!
Did Jiangnan dig a hole in it with his bare body?
Even I can barely do that with my own body, you know?
Jiangnan shrugged: ʅ(･´‸･｀)ʃ "You say I did it? Got any evidence? Of course, you don't need evidence. Maybe you want to lock me back in solitary confinement for a few more days?"
Even without the quark ball, I've got more tricks!
[From Bing Chacha's resentment value +1009!]
(ꐦ`yi´) "Fine! You're quite the troublemaker, aren't you? Someone, bring him a new quark ball! I'm warning you!"
"If you try to damage the quark ball again, it won't be just solitary confinement!"
As he spoke, he raised his fist and punched the quark ball. With a loud "boom," the quark ball didn't budge at all!
But a shallow fist mark appeared on it.
Jiangnan's eyelids twitched. Bing Chacha's physical fitness was no joke. He was still far behind.
Even after drinking three barrels of Dali and training with Styx energy for three days, he still didn't have the ability to leave a mark on a quark ball!
But Bing Chacha could.
But no rush. One day, I'll knock you down!
Soon, a new quark ball was brought in. Now Jiangnan was wearing four quark balls, each three meters in diameter!
The combined weight made it incredibly difficult for even Jiangnan to drag them along.
Bing Chacha sneered: "Follow me! To your cell block!"
...
At that moment, the Calamity-level cell block was in lockdown.
The cell doors here weren't iron grates but thick, strong-alloy doors, with only a small observation window.
Except for meal times, exercise periods, and work details, prisoners rarely had free time.
Some prisoners had single cells, others shared cells.
Jiangnan looked around, wondering where Wang Youzhi was being held and if he was still alive.
The commotion as Jiangnan passed through the corridor quickly caught the prisoners' attention.
They all peered curiously through the observation windows, utterly baffled.
What the hell? Jiang the Gelding is out? He spent three days in solitary confinement and came back looking thicker?
Four quark balls? Damn!
Soon, tapping sounds echoed through the walls of the Calamity-level cell block. The prisoners were signaling each other.
Clearly, they were informing the Bully Gang.
Jiangnan followed Bing Chacha to his cell.
The door opened, revealing a burly metal-race man with a black-golden sheen, lifting his own quark ball for exercise.
Every movement caused a jarring metallic deformation sound.
"Steel! Your new cellmate! Make sure you two get along, got it?"
With a loud "thud," the quark ball slammed onto the cell floor.
The man's gaze fell on Jiangnan, a vicious grin spreading across his face, revealing black-gold teeth.
(●ಠ⇀ಠ●) "Got it, Brother Chacha! I'll take good care of him, no worries!"
Bing Chacha's lips curled into a smirk. He shoved Jiangnan into the cell.
"Three hours until mealtime. Enjoy yourselves!"
With that, he slammed the cell door shut and locked it.
Then he leaned against the wall next to the cell and leisurely lit a cigar.
(*︶₃︶)⋋︴Puff~
That Black Steel was a tough kid he kind of liked—pretty strong. Perfect for dealing with Jiangnan.
Now, only Jiangnan and Black Steel were left in the cell.
Black Steel twisted his neck and walked up to Jiangnan.
(●‾᷄⁻‾᷅●) "Jiang the Gelding? Didn't expect you to survive solitary confinement, huh?"
"You don't know the rules? No problem. I'll teach you. In this Ming He Death Prison, you can mess with anyone but Brother Chacha. Got it?"
Jiangnan rubbed his nose.
(͡°ก͡°) "Isn't this a public area? Fighting isn't allowed, right?"
Black Steel sneered.
(●‾᷄⥎‾᷅●) "Who said that? The cell isn't a public area. No one cares if we fight here!"
"And there are still three hours until mealtime. You can't run even if you want to."
Jiangnan twisted his neck.
(￢_￢) "Oh? Is that so?"
Soon, a series of deafening roars came from the cell. The entire block trembled lightly.
Like thunder exploding right next to the ear, even the cell door rattled loudly.
The rumbling lasted a full three minutes before stopping.
Bing Chacha smirked triumphantly, just finishing his cigar.
He opened the observation window.
"Didn't I say to get along? Why..."
Before he could finish, his expression froze.
(꒪_꒪‧̣̥̇)...
Jiangnan stood by the door, completely unharmed, holding a broken black-golden finger.
He casually rubbed his hands together, kneading the metal finger like clay until it became a toothpick shape.
Jiangnan used that "toothpick" to pick his teeth.
(･ˇ⍸ˇ･｡) "He fell down."
Black Steel lay on the ground, his entire body beaten out of shape, with dozens of sunken fist marks.
(#)⋟Ϡ⋞(Ϡ)...
His head had been flattened into a frying pan shape. The cell was a mess, and the strong-alloy walls even bore the imprint of Black Steel's twisted, agonized face.
Black-gold teeth were scattered all over the floor.
Bing Chacha's forehead veins bulged.
What the hell does "fell down" mean? What kind of fall could flatten your head into a frying pan?!
Even Black Steel can't handle this kid? Did Jiangnan get a shot of chicken blood or what?
(▼min▼ꐦ) "Are you sure he fell down?"
Bing Chacha glared at Black Steel.
Jiangnan's icy gaze shot over like knives. Black Steel was terrified, almost on the verge of tears.
(#)థtuథ(Ϡ) "I... I did fall! How clumsy of me, ahaha~ Brother Chacha? Can I request a cell change? He..."
[From Bing Chacha's resentment value +1009!]
With a "bang," the observation window slammed shut. Bing Chacha turned and left.
Damn it. Looks like I need to get the Bully Gang to properly teach this kid a lesson.
I didn't want to spend the money, but that Tarot charges a black price.
But now, regular little prisoners can't handle Jiangnan anymore.
Back in the cell, Jiangnan grinned.
(⌒◡⌒ꐦ) "Three hours until mealtime, huh?"
Black Steel: !!!
(Ϡ)ᵒ̴̶̷̥́tuᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀(#) "No no no! Don't come near me, damn it!"
[From Black Steel's resentment value +1008!]
[From Black Steel...]
The rumbling started again.
...
When mealtime came, prisoners from all cell blocks headed to the cafeteria.
Wang Youzhi and Chong Dafei craned their necks everywhere, looking for Jiangnan.
By now, he should be out, right? What's up? Did he get extra time?
Meanwhile, the Bully Gang's Jin Er and Samo were eating while tapping their feet, scanning the room.
They were also looking for Jiangnan.
Next to Samo sat another burly metal-race man, his whole body a bright silver, made entirely of strong-alloy—same material as the cell walls.
This was the Bully Gang's Yin San, Bo Deng.
Together with Jin Er, they were known as the Bully Gang's Gold and Silver Elders, another pair of prison bosses.
"Second Brother? Which one of us will handle it later? Educating a newbie earns Styx crystals? This Jiang the Gelding is no small fry, huh?"
"Worth a special mention from the prison's higher-ups? Tsk tsk~"
Samo sneered: "Of course, me! Whatever Big Brother says, I'll do it right!"
Just then, the entire cafeteria fell silent. The clanking of chains echoed.
Everyone's eyes focused on Jiangnan.
They were all stunned.
Whoa? Is that Jiangnan? Did he eat gold?
Bursting muscles, a black buzz cut, and fierce tattoos all over. The Thousand Stars City, mountain of corpses, sea of blood on his back radiated bone-chilling murderous intent and bloodlust.
Couldn't be more eye-catching!
Behind him followed Black Steel, whose head had been flattened into a frying pan.
He was carrying Jiangnan's four huge quark balls on his shoulders, plus his own, his legs trembling under the weight.
୧●●(ཀyiཀ(Ϡ)●●●୨
Wang Youzhi's eyes lit up.
(ﾟkouﾟ)ﾂ "Over here! Over here! Come sit!"
Jiangnan grinned. Still alive, huh?
He strode toward Wang Youzhi's table. After a few steps, he turned back and barked.
(⚆yi⚆ꐦ) "Hurry the hell up! You dragging your feet? Want a beating?"
Black Steel was on the verge of tears. He could only force himself to keep up with Jiangnan's pace, carrying the quark balls.
He shot a pleading look at Bo Deng.
Cousin, save me! This kid is a complete devil!
Seeing his cousin's head flattened into a frying pan, Bo Deng was furious.
Oh, you little...
Samo sneered, leading his underlings straight toward Jiangnan.
As Jiangnan sat down, he noticed Chong Dafei next to him.
"How's Da Zhi? How's the situation? And this is... sss..."
Jiangnan's eyes darted between Wang Youzhi and Chong Dafei.
∑(°kou°๑) "Could it be... he's the one who's keeping you? You could at least pick someone decent! Why did you let an insect race..."
Chong Dafei's face darkened. Keeping me? I'm keeping myself!
Wang Youzhi rolled his eyes: "Bull. Situation's fine. I have the Demon Eye, so they don't dare touch me. He's Chong Dafei, my cellmate. A new friend, trustworthy."
"By the way, why'd you change your hairstyle? Whoa, those tattoos are awesome! I want some too! Give me a full set!"
"We've been in here three days. When do we stand up and take over?"
Jiangnan was stunned. So the Demon Eye had that effect, huh? He should have gotten one before coming in.
"You mean the tattoos? What do you want? I'll do it later..."
Before he finished, the whole table darkened as the Bully Gang's underlings surrounded them.
Samo and Bo Deng stood in front of Jiangnan.
Samo sneered, puckered his lips, and spat a glob of sticky crystal into Jiangnan's bowl.
¯ิ˚‧º·(•́ε•̀) "Pfft—ptui!"
The air turned heavy. The other prisoners looked at Jiangnan with contempt.
Jiangnan's expression stiffened. He looked up at Samo from his seat.
(ꐦ◣3◢)‧º·¯ิ˚ "Pfft—ptui!"
A huge gob of spit shot out like an arrow, tearing through the air with a whoosh.
With a loud "smack," it smeared all over Samo's face.
Samo: !!!
(ꐦ҉̛ʘ̆҉̛yiʘ̆҉̛ꐦ҉̛)
His body froze solid. Jiangnan spat back? He spat in my face?
Does this kid even understand the situation right now?!
The other prisoners stared in horror at Samo, his face covered in spit.
Damn, that's a lot!
[From Samo's resentment value +1008!]
Veins bulged on his forehead.
(ꐦ҉̛ʘ̆҉̛yiʘ̆҉̛)☛ "You son of a..."
But the moment Samo opened his mouth, Jiangnan grabbed his own bowl and slammed it straight onto Samo's face.
The bottom of the bowl even imprinted Samo's twisted face.
Jiangnan pressed the bowl against Samo's face, slowly smearing it around, his face full of grandfatherly kindness.
(ꐦ⌒_⌒)۶ "Don't thank me! That's my treat!"