Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Che Guevara waved his hand impatiently and yelled at the new prisoners around him, "Stand still! After the search, change into your prison uniforms, and then someone will take you to your cells!"

After saying that, he pinched his nose, as if there was a nauseating smell in the air, and quickly left the chaotic area.

Several prison guards then stepped forward and roughly searched the Capricorns, Scorpios, and others.

After confirming that there were no contraband items, they were taken to another area.

Here, piles of prison uniforms are stacked up, most of them old and worn, some even stained with dark red stains.

It was clearly left behind by the previous owner.

"Two sets each, choose yourselves! Hurry up!" a prison guard urged sternly.

The prisoners swarmed forward, jostling for the relatively clean prison uniforms.

Capricorn and Scorpio stood still, observing coldly.

Soon, two quick-handed prisoners made their choices, and the prison uniforms they held were reasonably presentable.

Capricorn then slowly stepped forward, his gaze falling on the prison uniform in one of the men's hands, and calmly said, "I'll take this one."

The prisoner, covered in hideous tattoos, widened his eyes immediately upon hearing this.

He's a death row inmate, and he's not exactly known for his good temper here.

"New guy, looking for death, huh?" He clenched his fist and sneered, "Kneel down and apologize now, and I might spare you, otherwise... hehe, the guards here don't care about such trivial matters."

He clearly knew the rules of this place very well.

The Capricorn smiled slightly: "Really?"

"Still laughing!" The tattooed prisoner was enraged and punched Capricorn in the stomach!

The surrounding prison guards glanced at it but remained unmoved.

In Blackwater Prison, brawls are commonplace; as long as no one dies, they're happy to watch the spectacle.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream suddenly rang out.

The tattooed prisoner was sent flying backward, half of his cheek caved in, and several bloody teeth mixed with saliva splattered on the ground.

The prison guard's expression changed, and he stepped forward, shouting, "What are you doing! Causing trouble as soon as you arrive? All of you better behave! If there's a next time, you'll be in solitary confinement!"

Capricorn slowly withdrew his hand, bent down to pick up the scattered prison clothes on the ground, and calmly put them on.

On the other side, Scorpio walked up to another prisoner holding a clean prison uniform and uttered only four words: "Give me the prison uniform."

Having witnessed his companion's fate, the prisoner dared not hesitate and immediately offered it up with both hands, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Enough! Pick your own, no fighting!"

The prison guards finally stepped in to maintain order, but their eyes held a hint of amusement.

It seems we've encountered two tough opponents this time.

But no matter how arrogant and disdainful someone is, they'll learn to behave themselves after staying here for a while.

Soon, all the new prisoners changed into drab gray prison uniforms and lined up in a row.

The prison guards began taking roll call and led them away in batches to different cells.

Capricorn and Scorpio were left until the very end.

"Benlak, Benlafi, come with me."

"It was said by a young prison guard who wore glasses and had a slightly immature face."

The two followed, walking along the gloomy corridor deeper into the prison.

The stairs led down, one floor after another, until finally reaching the dark, sunless second basement level.

There were no windows here, only a blindingly white light that hurt your eyes.

"We've arrived, cell number 467. This will be your living quarters from now on," Bass said, stopping in his tracks and lowering his voice.

"My name is Bass. I don't know how you offended the warden, but you were thrown here. None of the people locked up here are easy to deal with."

"Good luck to you. If you want to live, shout for help. I might hear you and come over."

After saying that, he opened the heavy prison door.

Capricorn and Scorpio maintained their composure as they entered the cell. During this time, they used sonic positioning to probe the two underground levels again, but still could not find Harvey Gatt.

Chen An wondered where the other person was being held.

Inside the cell, gazes pierced through like searchlights, filled with curiosity, mockery, and ill intent. The cell was small, yet crammed with countless bunk beds, and the environment was appalling.

"Hey, a new guy?" A burly black man with a huge number 18 tattooed on his chest, shirtless, sat on the lower bunk, enjoying a massage from several prisoners, and grinned.

"Could it be that he offended the warden and was relegated to this place?"

"Murphy, don't say that," a prisoner chimed in, his eyes darting over Scorpio. "We should thank the warden for having such a beautiful woman here."

The burly black man named Murphy licked his lips, his gaze shifting between Capricorn and Scorpio: "Hey, this is pretty exciting! Benjamin York, one for each of us, how about it?"

Across from him, a white man with a full beard stood up and cracked his knuckles: "No problem."

In an instant, all the prisoners in the cell stood up and slowly gathered around, forming an impenetrable human wall.

"Hey! Newbie, don't you know the rules?" one of Murphy's henchmen yelled. "Once you're here, you have to acknowledge the boss! Don't act like you're so great!"

Capricorn's gaze swept calmly across the crowd as he asked, "Does anyone know Harvey Gatler?"

"Harvey Gatling?" Murphy was taken aback, then burst into exaggerated laughter. "Hahaha! Did I hear that right? You two came all the way here looking for someone? Are you out of your minds?!"

Outside the cell, Bass listened to the commotion inside and shook his head helplessly.

If you don't listen to advice, you'll suffer sooner or later.

Capricorn knows that words are no longer effective.

His eyes turned cold, and he suddenly made his move!

In a flash, he had grabbed Murphy by the neck and lifted him off the ground!

Caught off guard, Murphy's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and his feet thrashed helplessly in the air.

"Boss Murphy!"

"Let's do it! Teach these two arrogant newbies a lesson!"

The prisoners swarmed forward, raining blows on Capricorn and Scorpio like a storm, each move ruthless and aimed straight for vital points!

Capricorn swung his arm and flung Murphy like a sandbag, instantly knocking over a group of people.

He moved with lightning speed, cutting into the crowd. The fierceness of Bajiquan and the composure of Hung Gar erupted, causing chaos and destruction wherever he went.

The prisoner who tried to fight back couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

On the other side, Scorpion swept away his enemy with a fierce high kick, followed by a series of leg movements as fast as the wind.

With each step, a prisoner would groan and fall to the ground, leaving a clear footprint on his chest.

If the two hadn't deliberately restrained their strength, these people's bodies would have been blown apart long ago!

"ah--!"

"Help! Murder!"

Screams and wails echoed in the cramped cell.

The prisoners, who had been fierce and menacing, now scattered in terror as if they had seen a ghost.

Capricorn and Scorpio pressed forward step by step, reaching the deepest part of the prison.

The last prisoner blocking the way was slapped to the ground by Capricorn, covering his face and crying, begging for mercy.

Hearing the increasingly horrific noises inside, Bass hurriedly called for backup and rushed towards cell 467.

He sighed inwardly, hoping that the two newcomers inside wouldn't get beaten too badly.