Chapter 440: Everywhere Are Scum, Ruthless Slaughter

No one can describe exactly how large Zhenxiong Yu is.

Even a Jailer who has worked for half a lifetime cannot answer this question; they spend decades operating within a specific area as if it were a single day.

Jailers from different areas never interact, and some do not even know they have colleagues just one wall away.

The entrance to Zhenxiong Yu can be considered a relatively safe place, as those imprisoned there are not the most treacherous or evil.

If one continues deeper inside, Intermediate Martial Masters and Advanced Martial Masters are everywhere, and there is no shortage of wicked villains who have sacrificed blood to demons in exchange for power; if you flip open anyone's file, the pages are filled with bloody, cruel, and conscience-less text that is unbearable to read.

Of course, there are also innocent people who were wronged, though they make up a small percentage; because they are difficult to thoroughly investigate, they remain imprisoned while waiting for the truth to be cleared.

Shi Zhaotong had already extinguished the hope of regaining his freedom.

Locked in this hellhole of Zhenxiong Yu, a body of flesh and blood is like trash, rotting and stinking in a place where sunlight cannot reach, until it dissolves and disappears from the world.

He is innocent, but no one believes him.

Surrounded by wicked prisoners, after living with them for so long, he even wonders if he himself is guilty? "Hungry, so hungry!"

The prisoner in the next cell, with disheveled hair, gnaws on a bare thigh bone and beats the iron bars while howling.

Shi Zhaotong recognizes the owner of that leg bone; it was originally the other man's cellmate, who turned into a skeleton overnight after committing suicide, and the specifics of what happened are chilling.

He retreats a few steps, terrified that the other man might be so hungry he would tear the flesh from his own body.

The disheveled prisoner was originally a martial artist in Fucheng who, harboring resentment after his martial arts hall was seized, deliberately sent a demon into his enemy's home.

That case shocked the entire city, with a total of seventy or eighty lives lost.

For using a demon to harm people, the City Gate Guard struck with thunderous force, capturing him and throwing him into Zhenxiong Yu to wait in line for beheading.

Suddenly...

The straw under Shi Zhaotong was uncomfortable, so he reached out to touch it.

The next moment, a hole as wide as a water vat dissolved in the ground, and a fleshy, soft head poked out from the earth.

Shi Zhaotong was scared out of his wits; like a startled mouse, he zipped into the corner and curled into a ball.

"You rest down there; there's light above, don't let it startle you."

A human voice came from the hole.

The next moment, *whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*, several figures emerged from the ground, packing the cell tightly.

The prisoner next door saw the fatty leading them and howled loudly, "Why did you only just arrive?"

"Forgive me, friend, I arrived late; here is a bag of roast chicken, eat this first."

The disheveled prisoner took the greasy roast chicken and bit into it fiercely, swallowing it even without spitting out the bones.

While eating, he said indistinctly, "I've asked around; Du Wuyao is locked up near this place."

"It's thanks to me risking my life to infiltrate; in this hellhole of Zhenxiong Yu, no living person who enters can ever hope to leave."

Pang Dahai and the others nodded, used their strength to break the bars, and rushed into the corridor, "Original plan: kill the Jailers, seize the keys, and release all the prisoners."

Hearing this, hope stirred in Shi Zhaotong's heart; did he not have a chance to regain his freedom?

But then he immediately thought that the prisoners in the jail were all wicked villains; once they escaped to the surface, the citizens of the city would surely suffer.

Shi Zhaotong was still dazed when one of the uninvited guests kicked him, "Get moving!"

He scrambled out of the cell, only to hear a scream at the end of the corridor; the Jailer who had come to observe the commotion had already been killed.

"Haha, let me out! There is fresh flesh and blood; I want to feast!"

"Kill, kill! Once I get out, I will tear the whole family of the snitch who reported me to shreds."

Everywhere there were frantic, clamorous shouts.

Shi Zhaotong had only walked a few steps when he stumbled and fell to the ground; it was the disheveled prisoner from next door, fiercely chewing on the roast chicken, staring at him with cold, piercing eyes.

The prisoner wiped his greasy handprints on his filthy clothes and grinned hideously, about to strike.

Their cells were adjacent, and the prisoner had always bullied Shi Zhaotong, beating and scolding him daily, and had even once torn the muscle from his thigh because of hunger, swallowing it mixed with blood right in front of him.

"Ah, no, no..."

Shi Zhaotong looked at his beast-like gaze and retreated in terror.

The next moment, the prisoner's head exploded with a *bang*, and the scene of it shattering into pieces was reflected in Shi Zhaotong's pupils.

"You're tired of living if you dare block my path."

Zhou You withdrew his palm and glanced at Shi Zhaotong; the young man was a green dot on the map, actually a rare innocent prisoner.

"Get lost. If you don't leave now, he will be your fate."

Zhou You wiped the brains and blood from his palm; his pace was not slow, and he soon caught up with Pang Dahai's group, "Sorry, I killed your informant."

Pang Dahai didn't look back and said politely with a smile, "It was his bad luck; killing him is fine, let's get to business."

Walking to a fork in the path, they began to divide their manpower, "Each pick a corridor; once you find Du Wuyao, notify the others to regroup immediately."

Zhou You had been here before, so of course he knew where Du Wuyao was locked up, but he simply wouldn't say.

Taking people out was not difficult; the difficulty lay in how to seize the opportunity to complete the Trial Project and exterminate the escaped prisoners.

"Kill our way out and have fun for three days and three nights!"

"I want to be wined and dined, I want to sleep holding a little woman, and I want to kill until the blood flows like a river!"

In the bustling prison, there were wicked prisoners everywhere eager to vent their animal desires, their roars and howls rising one after another.

"Do you know where Du Wuyao is locked up?"

Zhou You grabbed a prisoner at random; the red dot on the map was bright and clear, a typical example of someone guilty of heinous crimes.

This prisoner had just been clamoring about killing people and taking revenge on society once he got out, but when grabbed by Zhou You, he was stunned on the spot, "I don't know."

The Palm Poison roared and condensed into a giant python, swallowing the prisoner into its belly, squeezing and rolling him until he was crushed into a lump of meat paste in an instant.

"If you don't know, what use do I have for you?"

Zhou You had broken into Zhenxiong Yu with force, and the prisoners, having been locked up for so long without enough food or room to stretch their limbs, had seen their martial arts skills wither; before him, they were as weak as chicks.

He grabbed another person, "Do you know Du Wuyao's whereabouts?"

"I don't know, spare my life!"

Another one with a glaring red dot, carrying the debt of at least two human lives on his back, kill...

The giant python formed by Palm Poison bit the prisoner's waist in two, the severed corpse fell heavily to the ground, the stench of blood thick and pungent.

"I know..."

The third prisoner caught did not wait for Zhou You to finish speaking, having learned to answer ahead of time without being taught, "I know where Du Wuyao is locked up, don't kill me, I'll take you there..."

As soon as the words fell, a palm was thrust into his chest, piercing through his internal organs and protruding from his back, "Trying to trick me, it's not that easy!"

Zhou You's expression was cold and ruthless, killing each person as soon as he finished questioning them, leaving a mess of corpses scattered behind him.

The prisoners were on the verge of tears; answering meant death, and not answering also meant death, what exactly did he want?

"Fight him to the death."

Zhou You lifted his eyelids, pressed his palms together and exerted force, the giant python expanded as if being blown up, the bump on its forehead becoming increasingly prominent, as it opened its ferocious maw toward the prisoners in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)