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Jin County Correctional Center is, after all, a minor crime prison, where prisoners serving sentences of less than one year are held.

Therefore, a large proportion of the prisoners here are ordinary people, not all of them are gang members.

Most of them were brought in for reasons such as debt, traffic violations, petty theft, extreme behavior, or inability to pay bail.

The so-called silent and compliant majority.

In the prison block where Wayne was located, roughly divided by race, there were three major gangs: Black, White, and Latino. Among them, the Black gangs were further divided into the Bloods and the Cripples.

There were a total of seventy or eighty people.

The number is already astonishing.

After all, this prison area is not very large.

Suddenly, rousing music came from the loudspeakers inside the prison area.

It's Eminem's "Not Afraid".

The music was so loud it could be described as noise, instantly drowning out all other sounds in the entire prison area.

The prisoners present also noticed the sudden burst of rousing music and realized that something was amiss.

Music is played in the prison area regularly, but it's all soothing music, mainly to calm anxious emotions and prevent fights.

This is really too abnormal.

Many people then discovered a new situation—the prison guards had all disappeared.

Some ordinary prisoners who had not joined gangs hurriedly returned to their cells.

They either hid in bed or watched cautiously from upstairs.

When faced with danger, people often become very alert.

They could all sense that something big was about to happen.

As Wayne stood up, Marcus, the leader of the Crippled Gang, rushed in front of him, his eyes wide and looking like he wanted to devour him, and roared, "Kid, answer me! How do you know Elena?! Explain yourself!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Wayne's neck.

He was also a fervent enthusiast of prison workouts, his muscular physique almost gleaming with oil, and he reached out to grab Wayne like an iron hook. Elena's name, and the words the other man had spoken, pierced his heart like a thorn, igniting a furious rage in his panic. He wanted to grab the kid by the neck and demand to know what nonsense he was spouting.

Hugo suddenly rushed over and roared:

"Marcus! You son of a bitch, stop!"

As the leader of the Blood Gang, he knew that Marcus was a complete fitness fanatic who had been using various supplements in prison. If Marcus were to catch Wayne, it would be a real problem.

Wayne will definitely get hurt.

The other party was too close, and it was too late.

Unexpectedly, Wayne didn't even try to dodge; instead, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed three of Marcus's fingers with lightning speed.

Marcus was startled, then suddenly felt an unprecedented weakness welling up from the depths of his bones and flesh!

It felt as if I had just wandered around Aurora Boulevard in Seattle for three days and three nights, and I was completely drained.

The excruciating pain instantly drained all his strength, turning his muscles into something like putty. "This is... ah."

Before Marcus could finish his confused words, a tremendous force came from Wayne's hand, breaking all of his finger joints!

Immediately afterward, a jabbing kick landed on his knee, causing Marcus's knee to bend backward on the spot. He let out a soulful singing voice, but it couldn't drown out the ferocious singing coming from the loudspeaker. He collapsed to the ground, curled up.

This scene stunned the lame prisoners present, who then screamed wildly and rushed towards Wayne.

This kid actually dared to beat up their boss on the spot, completely damaging the dignity of the Crippled Gang. He must be killed!

Hugo and the Blood Gang prisoners were equally bewildered by the scene before them. Before they could react, Wayne had already strode into the ranks of the Crippled Gang prisoners.

Then, to the astonishment of Hugo and the others, Wayne grabbed the two fists that were coming at him with both hands. The two crippled prisoners immediately groaned and collapsed to their knees, powerless.

In the next instant, Wayne grabbed their wrists and twisted them violently, breaking and dislocating both men's wrists and shoulders. Then he kicked out, striking one prisoner squarely in the knee, causing his joint to snap again and him to fall to the ground screaming in agony.

"Grab him! Break his neck!" a lame prisoner yelled as he lunged at Wayne, grabbing him around the waist like a football player.

The others were overjoyed and quickly came over to grab Wayne's hands and feet.

The moment they touched Wayne's body, they immediately felt a craving for the enhancer welling up from their very bones, and each of them experienced withdrawal symptoms dozens of times stronger than usual.

In an instant, they turned into puddles of mud and collapsed on the ground.

Wayne acted as if nothing had happened, flicked his foot, broke the ribs of a crippled prisoner, stepped on his body, and continued walking forward.

Block attacks.

Grasp the arm.

Reverse joint.

He broke his ribs.

Break the bridge of the nose.

Amidst the energetic rap and the astonished gazes of Hugo and the others, Wayne strolled leisurely, as if wandering in a garden.

They broke the arms of the lame prisoners as easily as breaking off branches and leaves, and broke their bones.

Wherever they went, they left behind only mournful howls and crippled prisoners, their bodies limp and like mud!

"What the hell is going on...?"

Looking at that somewhat inhuman figure, Hugo felt a chill run down his spine, and was incredibly grateful for Aunt Sylla's scolding over the phone. Seeing that Wayne had already taken down most of the Lame Gang's prisoners, the Latino gang leader, who had been observing from a distance, whistled. A group of Latino prisoners covered in dense tattoos immediately stood up and charged towards Wayne.

"Stop them!" Hugo immediately ordered his men to meet them.

He hadn't expected Wayne to be so formidable; he was practically a fucking UFC champion, no one could withstand a single blow from him. No wonder Saul willingly accepted this godfather… no, our godfather…

As Hugo pondered this, he punched the Latino prisoner who was at the front of the line.

Before his fist could even reach the other man, a blur flashed by, and an even faster fist slammed into the face of the Latino prisoner, smashing his nose in!

It's Wayne!

Hugo turned his head and saw the other person's extremely comfortable expression, as if the pent-up emotions of many days had finally been released.

Before Hugo could speak, a blur appeared in front of him and knocked him to the ground with a right hook.

"Godfather, it's me!"

Hugo let out a cry of anguish, yet felt an overwhelming craving for the enhancer welling up from the depths of his heart. The intense withdrawal symptoms caused him to curl up on the ground, unable to utter a single word.

What... what's going on here?

At this moment, he finally understood why the crippled gang members fell to the ground as if they were a lump of mud just because Wayne grabbed their fists.

This unprecedented withdrawal reaction is unbearable for anyone.

Moreover, Hugo understood that he was already a very self-disciplined and morally upright leader, who usually only used traditional drugs like marijuana and heroin and never touched fentanyl.

If even he had such a severe reaction, one can only imagine how those guys who routinely abuse enhancement agents would react.

That was a kind of pain that made people wish they could dig out their own blood vessels and nerves.

What on earth is going on? Is it a curse from a voodoo medium?

Yes, that must be it!

Thinking of this, Hugo felt a chill in his heart and was once again extremely grateful for Aunt Sylla's advice.

Having only completed third grade, he fully understood the horror of those witchcraft practices.

The curses of those wizards can even cause the living to rot and turn into a nest of insects, and can resurrect the dead as zombies!

Wayne unleashed his full MMA skills, plunging into the surging crowd and feeling an exhilarating sense of triumph.

It's a pity his mixed martial arts skills are only at the advanced level; otherwise, this exhilarating battle would have been exceptionally effective.

With a muffled thud, Wayne took a punch to the shoulder, and the Latino prisoner who threw the punch instantly collapsed with a groan. Wayne didn't care at all, and suddenly turned around and kicked out with a straight kick, which landed between the prisoner's legs, causing a pig-like scream to ring out.

As members of Mexican drug cartels, these Latino prisoners were even more vulnerable to the reversal of the "Purifying Light." After all, they were at the source of the enhancers, and many of the potent substances they used were not even available on the market.

Withdrawal symptoms can be deadly.

Despite taking several punches and kicks, Wayne was not only unharmed, but also felt his muscles and bones were loosened up.

Cool!

With a muffled thud, Wayne caught an incoming punch.

This is a Mexican man with a small mustache, Rafael, the leader of the Latino gang.

The other party didn't react at all to the Reversal Purification Light.

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

Somewhat surprised.

As a member of a drug cartel, he managed to maintain his composure without using any enhancement drugs; he's a ruthless character.

Raphael's eyes widened, and he cursed:

"Damn it, what the hell kind of monster are you?!"

He could already sense that Wayne's strength was extraordinary, and since he himself was not a fighter who rushed to the front, he was now completely suppressed by Wayne in terms of strength.

Wayne looked at him, shook his head, and said:

"Raphael, your sister is still alive."

As he spoke, to Raphael's astonishment, he suddenly delivered a headbutt, smashing Raphael's nose into his face and breaking it instantly. He then kicked Raphael's knee, causing it to bend backward and fall to the ground with a scream.

Suddenly, a strong sense of danger came from behind him. Wayne turned around abruptly and saw someone stabbing at him with something. It was Sam, a henchman of the white gang.

He was holding a dagger sharpened from a broken mop handle.

This thing is just as sharp as a metal dagger, and it even has a germ enchantment effect.

[Tactical Dagger Use (Specialization)], activated!

To Sam's and the others' astonishment, Wayne clamped his hands together, gripping the modified dagger like iron pincers. Then, with a sharp twist, he snatched it away.

Disarm the attacker barehanded!

Before his opponent could react, Wayne swiftly twisted the dagger in his hand, piercing Sam's palm, and then kicked him in the stomach. "Ah!"

The reversed [Light of Purification] was activated simultaneously, and Sam collapsed to the ground, clutching his hands and wailing.

Wayne turned to look at the distance, where a group of white gang prisoners, led by a menacing Leon, were rushing towards them.

Wayne shook his head and said calmly:

"Leon, you bad boy, you've disappointed me."

As he spoke, he suddenly grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth and a chilling yet excited smile.

[You punished 37 goblin prisoners, experience points + 37]

[You punished 16 two-headed ogre prisoners, experience points +16]