Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

"Bang—"

With a muffled thud, Zhou Haisheng's kick landed heavily on He Qiang's stomach.

He Qiang suddenly felt his whole body freeze, and he even stopped breathing.

He fell heavily to the ground, his back hitting the earth, the pain making his eyes roll back and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Is this about right?"

Seeing He Qiang roll his eyes and turn ashen-faced, Chen Xiaojun and Sun Desheng, who were holding his legs, couldn't help but let go and instinctively backed away.

They just wanted to teach He Qiang a lesson, not kill him.

If they really beat someone and cause them serious injury, they will all have to receive additional punishment.

That kind of consequence is clearly something they don't want to see.

Zhou Haisheng frowned, staring intently at He Qiang on the ground, hesitant and not daring to make another move.

"Not bad, this kid is definitely a bit stubborn, but that's about it."

At this moment, Zhao Dayong stepped forward, looked down at He Qiang, and chuckled, "Then everyone should follow the rules and give him another kick so he knows what's what."

After he finished speaking, he kicked He Qiang's leg first.

Just as Zhao Dayong kicked He Qiang, He Qiang also opened the system panel in his mind.

Host: He Qiang

Strength: 66 (53% increase)

Speed: 55 (86% improvement in progress)

Constitution: 64 (77% improvement in progress)

Intelligence: 98

Face value: 79

Perception: 55

Manliness: 6

Special skill: Basic cooking skills;

Mad Dog Fist: Level 4 (Unlocks unlimited combat mode);

Bound object: Leng Yanran;

Couple's affection level: 13

Free attribute points: 6

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Great. Although I suffered a little loss in the chaotic battle just now, I also gained 6 free attribute points.

He Qiang made a decisive decision and added two points each to strength, speed, and physique without hesitation.

After allocating the attribute points, a warm current immediately surged through his body, not only boosting his combat power but also rapidly healing his injuries.

He immediately felt refreshed and full of energy.

He Qiang glared at Zhao Dayong, roared, grabbed his leg that was kicking at him, twisted his waist and swung him away. With a "thud", Zhao Dayong lost his balance and fell to the side, his head hitting the bed frame hard. Blood gushed from his forehead, and he screamed and ran away to the side.

"Damn it, those sons of bitches still won't give up! Everyone, attack together!"

Upon seeing He Qiang's condition, Zhou Haisheng was the first to react and immediately kicked him.

He Qiang truly hated this ultimate old silver coin. His arrival was just in time, a perfect opportunity for revenge.

He immediately shouted and lunged forward, using his weight to press down on Zhou Haisheng's legs. Then, he formed his fingers into claws, grabbed the soft flesh on the inside of Zhou Haisheng's thighs, and pinched and twisted it forcefully.

"Damn it, that hurts like hell!"

Zhou Haisheng screamed in pain and punched He Qiang hard in the back.

Why would He Qiang give him a chance to smash something solid?

He thrust his shoulder into Zhou Haisheng's lower back, sending Zhou Haisheng flying backward and crashing heavily into the iron door of the cell.

"Bang!"

After knocking Zhou Haisheng away, He Qiang quickly got up, took a sliding step and delivered a side kick. His 40-yard-long foot slammed into Zhou Haisheng's stomach, causing his eyes to bulge out and him to vomit with a loud "whoosh".

"Damn it, that's filthy!"

He Qiang's trousers were stained with a lot of filth, which made him so angry that his eyelids twitched. He couldn't help but jump up on the spot and give him a whip kick.

"puff--"

He kicked Zhou Haisheng in the chin, and Zhou Haisheng instantly spat out blood, collapsed to the ground, and completely lost his fighting ability.

Having dealt with Zhou Haisheng, He Qiang turned to look at the remaining six people, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

Upon seeing this, the other six people were so frightened that they trembled and instinctively stepped back.

Now that things have come to this, even if they were stupid, they should have realized that this pretty boy in front of them was not as weak as he appeared.

This guy is not only ruthless, but he can also take a lot of pain!

They became fearful and didn't want to fight anymore.

However, He Qiang was caught up in the excitement of the fight and didn't want to stop, so they could only helplessly endure his martial arts skills.

He Qiang charged at Zhao Dayong first.

Zhao Dayong, bleeding from his forehead, was staggering backward while clutching his head when he saw He Qiang rushing over. He quickly waved his hand and shouted, "Hey, young man, let's talk this out, please don't resort to violence—"

Ke Heqiang didn't even bother to talk to him, and just rushed straight towards him.

Seeing that He Qiang was only pushing forward without putting up any real stance, Zhao Dayong had an idea and kicked him.

He Qiang wanted him to make the first move!

He neither dodged nor flinched, letting Zhao Dayong deliver a flying kick. Then, with lightning speed, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Dayong's ankle, pulling him sharply backward.

"Ouch, ouch, that hurts!"

Zhao Dayong screamed and fell to the ground, his legs splitting at a 180-degree angle; he probably tore his testicles.

Having dealt with Zhao Dayong, He Qiang turned his head sharply and looked at Liu Jianmin.

Liu Jianmin trembled with shock and frantically waved his hands, saying, "Young man, don't be impulsive. We're brothers in the same cell, it's best to get along well."

Seeing that he couldn't gain any advantage, the old silver coin started to reason with He Qiang.

He Qiang rushed up to him and raised his hand as if to slap him across the face.

Liu Jianmin fell for the trick and threw a punch at He Qiang.

He Qiang sneered, raised his right hand and grabbed the old man's wrist, then kicked out with his left leg, sending the old man flying onto the bed, where he couldn't get up for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, He Qiang did the same thing, killing his way from the cell door to the innermost part, and knocking the remaining people to the ground.

Just as he was excitedly preparing to check the system settlement screen, the cell door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"What are you doing? What happened?"

A stern voice came from outside the cell. He Qiang turned his head and saw two prison guards standing at the cell door. One of them was the young man who had brought him to report, and the other was Li Junlai.

Upon seeing the prison guards arrive, Zhao Dayong and the others instinctively felt fear and were speechless for a moment.

He Qiang seized the opportunity, rushed up to the two men, sat down on the ground, and began wiping away tears, tearfully and aggrievedly accusing the seven men of their evil deeds.

"Officers, you must help me... They... they're bullying me because I'm new, so they ganged up on me!"

"They wanted to set rules for me, to make me their slave, to make me bark like a dog... Look at the way they beat me!"

He Qiang pointed to the injury on his face, then to the large footprint on his stomach, and then lifted his shirt to show the officer a large bruise on his belly.

"Officer, they were so cruel! They almost beat me to death. I was all alone and no match for them..."

He became more and more upset as he spoke, and tears streamed down his face.

During this process, Zhao Dayong and the others stared blankly at He Qiang's performance, their expressions dazed, almost dumbfounded.

They really couldn't figure out who was bullying whom.

They do have more people, but they are clearly at a greater disadvantage, right?

Not to mention that Wang Lei's finger was broken and Zhao Dayong's forehead was bleeding, the others were also thoroughly beaten and completely subdued.

They were all beaten so badly, and they hadn't said anything yet, but He Qiang, the perpetrator, was crying his eyes out and trying to gain sympathy.

Zhao Dayong, unable to contain his anger any longer, stepped forward to argue, "Officers, don't listen to this kid's nonsense! He's the one who beat us up; we're the victims!"

Upon hearing Zhao Dayong's words, Li Junlai frowned and looked at him, asking, "You mean, He Qiang single-handedly took down seven of you old thugs who are used to fighting?"

"Are you trying to tell me he's a retired special forces soldier, or some reincarnation of Superman, right?"