"Dear prisoners, all the gamblers behind the camera, there will be a fierce game tonight. Are you ready for the chips in your pockets?!"

The microphone resounded through the circular building with an excited and excited voice. On the suspended platform, the Morosian in a black suit and sunglasses grabbed the lifting chain and looked excitedly at the square ring built below.

The two figures wearing anklets and cloaks made of linen were unable to see their faces. They slowly walked out of the prison door with the sound of jingling iron chains. The prison guards following behind came up and told the two of them to take out the keys and open the anklets and push them, and go back and close the prison door.

"The two people who will appear tonight are the 'two-headed lions' from Barbareni Prison, who won nine out of ten games!!"

The two people standing in front of the ring relaxed their hands and feet. In the voice of the host, they looked at each other, jumped up onto the table, and their naked feet fell steadily on the table, raised their hands and clenched their fists, and tacitly corrected their fists. Then they stood separately to the corners of both sides, took off their cloaks and threw them off the table.

"Look, the two-headed lions from Barbareni are already impatient, and they seem to be full of confidence in the fight tonight."

"Shut up!"

"Let him come out and duel with my brothers!!"

The two brothers occupying two corners of the ring shake their strong muscles, pinch their finger joints, and spit out a mouthful of saliva at the iron platform hanging under the crane.

The host took off his sunglasses, walked back and forth with the microphone, gestured and grinned, "Confidence is such a beautiful word. I hope you can still have such vitality later, two proud lions."

The tone paused, and the walking host stopped. As the iron platform swayed, he reached out to the other building, and his voice was excited.

"So...we welcome the Tagong Prison, the most exciting, anticipated, and the cruelest mad beast-"

The sound spread, and the circular building was from bottom to top. Behind the closed steel fence on the first and second floors, countless figures stretched out their arms and waved outside, slapped the iron railings and roared, screaming and shouting swept over like a tide!

In the building where the presiding leader pointed, the dome with thick iron chains trembled and dust fell down. More than a dozen guards in prison uniforms stood not far away, nervously watching the sandbags rising high and falling backwards, and then flew backwards.

The screams of the crowd were faintly ringing outside.

The sunlight shone through the rotating wall fan, and the rotating spots fell on the swinging sandbags. Suddenly, the calloused fist touched, and another muffled bang, pulling the chain high, stirring up the mottled dust.

A tall and strong man punched the falling sandbag one by one, pulled off his shoulder blades, his knotted muscles relaxed and tightened. A white forehead and hung eyes on his back seemed to come alive, showing a colorful and ferocious color.

One punch, two punches...

The man was in his early thirties, with thick eyebrows and a thick nose, a circle of thick short beards on his chin, and looked at the swaying sandbags expressionlessly. His eyes were majestic under his thick eyebrows, and he looked at the stirring dust particles. There were fragments of memories in his mind, but unfortunately he could not piece together the complete picture.

He lost his memory.

He didn't remember many things. When he woke up, he was already on the way to this prison. The people here were very different from his appearance. He didn't believe that he was here, but he had nowhere to go, and he didn't know who he was. He spent three years in prison. In these three years, he learned the language here, understood the country Morosia, and found out that the reason for his imprisonment was an inexplicable crime.

For example, scaring children, interrupting a Welsh man casting spells on sheep, and seducing elderly women naked...

Of course, these are not true, and he has never believed them. As for staying here, he has nowhere to go. He occasionally participates in the cage fight in prison, and while activates his muscles and bones, he tests his instincts and some special things in his body.

The last punch hit the sandbag, and the dust particles stirred up in circles. The guards on both sides seemed to get a signal. They took the blades in their hands and rushed towards them. The sword fell off and the raised muscles were slashing wildly, and even a little red mark was not left on the man.

‘…What kind of person was my past…’

The man who was pressed between the tips of more than ten knives rubbed a note on his hand, which read the font he could understand - Wang Ruhu.

‘Wang Ruhu.’ he thought lightly.

The boiling screams outside continued, and the closed door opened with a creaking sound. A jailer stood at the door, looking at the back of the colorful tiger head, and opened his mouth nervously and stood to the side.

"It's...it's your turn."

The sandbag was still shaking slightly. Wang Ruhu tightened the paper strips, and his body shook suddenly. The tips of the knife that pressed against his body cracked, and they were shattered in a few consecutive sounds and fell to the ground.

The prison guards in a circle retreated and scattered. Wang Ruhu put the note off his pants and turned around, strode towards the open door. The light outside shone on his face and his eyes narrowed.

‘The original name doesn’t matter here…I prefer, listen to them call me…’

"Angry plus."

Almost at the same time, the voice of the host outside resounded throughout the audience, and the last sound was left.

"What they are about to challenge is a beast with no defeat in two years - Rage!!"

Wow!

In the prison, countless figures behind the fence were boiling, and excitedly reached out and slapped the iron bar crazily, followed the name shouted by the host and shouted out loud.

"Angry!"

"Angry!"

"Angry!"

......

"No defeat in two years, that's why we haven't been to jail yet."

"Two lions against one tiger? Haha... tore off his beautiful skin!"

In the ring below, the two of them who challenged each other grinned, moved their necks, making a series of skeleton sounds of "crack". As the sound of metal tearing sounds around them suddenly heard the sound of metal tearing. The two stopped and raised their heads. The fence on the second floor collapsed with cement blocks.

"You want to tear off my skin?" The tall figure with his upper body walked out.

The dust particles raised seemed to be squeezed by a burly figure, dissipating in other directions, and there was a vague roar of tigers in the air.

——Intimidation!

The prisoners screaming around were suddenly silent. The two challengers on the ring felt extremely heavy pressure on their shoulders. Unable to notice, both of them were trembling slightly.

The two gritted their teeth and squeezed out the sound.

"Angry plus..."

Looking at the second floor, the leather shoes that were walking on the ground were covered with cement. Wang Ruhu stood on the edge of the platform with cold expressions on his face. He raised his face slightly, moved his eyes down, and looked down at the two people on the ring.

Next second.

The cement under the shoes burst and splashed open, and his body rushed down like a cannonball, pulling out a afterimage and rushing into the ring. Before the two of them could react, one of them felt his neck tightening, and his whole body fell down with a bang against the stake.

The rough big hand pinched the other person and swung it onto the concrete floor.

Furious train!

In an instant, the figure that was swooping down pressed the man and crushed the stakes. The ring was tilted and collapsed in a corner. Wang Ruhu pressed the other person's body with one hand. In the human sight, he pulled out a shattered gully and pushed it to the edge of the prison hall at an extremely fast speed.

boom!

The solid cement wall shook, and prisoners in the fences around looked silently at the bright redness that spread on the wall. After a while, I came back from the shock and burst into a hysterical cry.

The cracked wall tiles fell down fine particles. In the smoke and dust, half of the tall body slowly turned around. His eyes looked coldly at the ring, and the only challenger was left.

"now you."

"Ahhh..." The man suddenly screamed and stumbled and sat down to the table.

On this side, the tall figure took two steps, and a sudden vibration came from the side of his legs. The ringtone of Dingling's cell phone rang in his pocket. Wang Ruhu frowned, and didn't even look at the figure who was frightened and sat down on the ring there. He took out the phone and answered it and put it on the side of his face.

"explain."

There was a sharp voice on the other end of the phone, and it rang in awkward Chinese language: "Just now, a bank in the city was stolen."

Wang Ruhu glanced at the man who was slowly getting up there, turned his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "It has nothing to do with me."

"But your stuff is inside too..."

As words came from the phone, the man who got up touched a broken wood and approached it carefully. Then, "Ah--" roared out, waved hard, and smashed it hard on the body, shoulders and neck facing away from it. The moment the wooden stick fell to the other party, broke into two pieces, and fell to the ground with two thuds.

Wang Ruhu lowered his eyes and looked at a broken stick on the ground. He put away the phone, looked expressionless, and suddenly raised his hand and swept backwards. His fist hit the other party's chest. The latter groaned in his mouth, dragging a bloodline, and flew out seven or eight meters like a cannonball. His whole person was directly attached to the wall and slowly slid to the base of the wall.

"General goods."

Wang Ruhu picked up a cloak on the ground, walked past the prison guard who was running, spread the cloak, draped it over his upper body, and strode into the open iron railing door in front.
Chapter completed!