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When Wayne smiled at him, Leon felt a chill run down his spine, followed by a surge of joy at the sheer power of his target.

The stronger the opponent, the more exhilarating it is to conquer them.

It was a complex and distorted emotion.

He then shouted at his subordinates:

"Tear this fucking monster to shreds! He doesn't have much strength left!"

He admitted that he had underestimated Wayne, not expecting him to be such a powerful fighter.

Even Hugo, Marcus, and Raphael were defeated by him.

But the other side had already knocked down dozens of people, and he himself had also taken a lot of punches and kicks.

How much strength does he have left?

The white gang just needs to reap the rewards.

Lyon grinned, muttering to himself as he walked toward Wayne:

"This is the difference between us white people and those colored animals..."

"White people know how to use their brains..."

"It's like when white people landed on the American continent, they relied on the hatred between those Native American tribes to support different tribes to attack other tribes..."

"Once those Native American monkeys are defeated, the westward expansion of white people will begin..."

"Soon we will use this trick to conquer the East, conquer East Asia, let those yellow-skinned monkeys kill each other, and then conquer them..." As he spoke, he had already passed through a group of his men and arrived in front of Wayne.

A dozen or so white prisoners and the remaining few Latino prisoners, now united against a common enemy, formed a temporary alliance and surrounded Wayne. Wayne's prison uniform was now somewhat tattered, having been torn by some of the prisoners earlier.

He was covered in sweat and panting.

Hitting someone is also very tiring, especially when you have to bend their joints backwards while trying not to break their bones and cause serious injury.

Like an old father who wants to discipline his child but is afraid of hurting him.

Leon chuckled and said:

"Hey kid, tell me your name..."

Wayne then simply ripped off his wet clothes and tossed them aside, revealing his well-proportioned muscles, and said calmly:

Wayne.

Upon hearing this name, Lyon was taken aback and exclaimed in surprise:

"Wayne? Bruce Wayne!? You...you really are Jack Sparrow from 'Golden Childhood'?"

His voice trembled slightly.

The main reason he initially targeted Wayne was because the other man seemed to be a good fighter and was handsome, somewhat resembling the child star Jack from "Golden Childhood".

I never imagined that the other person wasn't just similar, but was *that* person!

Wayne remained calm and did not speak.

Leon's lips curled into a sinister smile as he said:

"Get out of the way! I'm going to take this bastard down with my own hands!"

As he spoke, he pushed aside his two henchmen, stepped into the crowd, and assumed a boxing stance to face Wayne.

He was indescribably excited at this moment.

The thought of being able to fight his childhood idol face-to-face and completely defeat him was almost too much for him to handle, bringing him to the brink of climax. He was suppressing his excitement.

The other person was panting from exhaustion and clearly couldn't hold on much longer.

As a boxing enthusiast, Lyon deeply understands just how exhausting such all-out battles can be.

It's already impressive to be able to hold out for two minutes in a single punch, let alone now that more than ten minutes have passed and the opponent has been fighting dozens of people.

Now is the time to reap the rewards.

Thinking of this, Leon suddenly took a step forward and threw a right hook at Wayne.

This is his most proficient set of moves; as long as the opponent dodges, he will immediately deliver a left hook.

If the opponent takes the hit head-on, he will immediately follow up with a left uppercut, then use his right elbow to knock away the opponent's defense, followed by a close-range elbow strike and knee strike!

He has used this move to break the jaws of at least five people and the ribs of three others.

Wayne didn't dodge; as expected, he chose to take the hit head-on.

Leon was overjoyed and waited for his opponent to block his rear punch before starting his combo.

"Bang!"

His opponent suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his rear fist. Leon's body twisted sharply, about to use the momentum to deliver a left uppercut. But in that instant, he suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation, as if swarms of insects were crawling out from between his bones and spreading throughout his body!

All his strength was drained away in an instant, and he collapsed to his knees uncontrollably, all his muscles beginning to spasm.

"God... this is..." Leon drooled, his whole body curled up like a maggot, a sense of powerlessness filling his entire being.

The man's hand seemed to possess magic, instantly draining all his strength.

It made him feel as if he had returned to his weak, powerless, and humiliated childhood.

Then he heard a nightmarish statement:

"Leon, you naughty boy, it seems your father's punishment wasn't enough. Do you remember what your father did to you in the basement when you were in elementary school?"

Lyon trembled all over, his last shred of pride shattered by Wayne's words.

He murmured to himself:

"Devil...you are...you are the devil..."

That was a humiliation he would forever keep buried deep in his heart, a scar he could never touch.

How did Wayne know that?

Wayne sighed softly and, with a look of pity, twisted Leon's arm off.

Seeing Leon fall, the remaining prisoners exchanged glances, and without hesitation, charged at Wayne again, launching a group attack. Wayne took a deep breath and resumed his group battle mode.

After a long period of fighting, he became more adept at mastering various techniques of mixed martial arts.

Unlike his initial reliance on skill usage, he was now developing his own unique understanding of face-to-face combat. A faint sense of enlightenment was beginning to emerge.

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

"Clatter!"

"Thump!"

The sounds of fists pounding into flesh and bones breaking echoed continuously.

Interspersed with screams and wails.

These prisoners were all ruthless characters; at this moment, they surrounded Wayne and didn't even have time to hurl trash talk, engaging only in a silent battle.

According to their common sense, no living human being could fight dozens of people without falling down.

Damn it, I'm exhausted.

After all, there are no weaklings among the gang members in this prison, and many of them still maintain their fitness routine while incarcerated.

It's not some fragile, spineless creature.

But the man before her seemed like a tireless machine, still fighting relentlessly.

When only three or four people remained, they finally felt a chill and fear from the depths of their hearts.

"Prison guards! The damn prison guards, come quick!"

"Help! Help! Someone, please come quickly!"

"My God...this man is a devil!"

They turned to run away, but it was too late.

The man's seemingly magical hands grabbed them, followed by a surge of withdrawal symptoms and a brutal beating.

Finally, the sounds of fighting ceased in the free movement area of ​​this prison district, leaving only wails and groans.

At this moment, the music playing from the speakers changed to "I Need a Doctor," which was quite fitting. Wayne's hands were also trembling.

Even with the power of the Reversal Purification Light, he was still somewhat exhausted after fighting seventy or eighty people.

Picking up a slightly crumpled cigarette that had fallen from someone's person, Wayne put it in his mouth and mumbled, "Fire."

One of the white gang prisoners, who was struggling and groaning at Wayne's feet, shuddered and immediately pulled a lighter from his pocket.

He knelt down and held the lighter high to light Wayne's cigarette.

Wayne took a deep drag on his cigarette and let out a long sigh.

In his previous life, whenever he completed a capture or solved a major case, he would habitually light up a cigarette to relax.

This time, taking down seventy or eighty criminals at the same time was equally satisfying.

Your MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) skill has been improved (Advanced 30% + 30%), Experience Points +1

[You punished 8 two-headed ogre prisoners, experience points +8]

[You punished 17 orc prisoners, experience points +17]

Including the ones mentioned above, a total of 78 experience points were added.

Wayne threw away the cigarette in his hand and looked at the panel.

【经验值78+81/100】一一【经验值59/100】【自由属性点：1】

at last.

A brand new set of free attribute points.

Prison is indeed a great place to gain experience.

It's only been one day since I joined, and I've already gotten another free attribute point.

It felt like being right at home.

"The Godfather..." Hugo groaned softly as he lay on the ground.

Wayne also took down all of their dozen or so Blood Gang brothers.

Fortunately, Wayne didn't kill them; he just caused them severe withdrawal symptoms and slapped them.

However, many Blood Gang prisoners who were initially not entirely convinced of Wayne's abilities now completely submitted to him.

They were even relieved that they had only been slapped.

Wayne's expression softened, and he said:

"Hugo, good boy, consider this a lesson from our parents. I think it will bring us closer."

That is indeed the case.

Just then, the security door next to them slammed open, and prison guard Bob returned to the cell block with seven or eight officers. "Stop it, all of you... what the hell is going on?!"

Before Bob could finish his sentence, he was stunned by what he saw.

They initially thought it was the white gang members who wanted to teach the newcomer Wayne a lesson.

When I return, I will see Wayne injured, and at most some gang prisoners will also be injured.

The scene that came into view made him feel as if he were dreaming, as if he were hallucinating.

Dozens of prisoners lay on the ground groaning, while only one shirtless figure stood.

The dappled sunlight from the window fell on the person.

The prison area was cold and damp, and a cloud of white steam rose from his body due to his vigorous exercise.

Prisoners everywhere.

A robust back view.

The rising smoke.

Standing alone.

Like a demon god.

This bizarre and dreamlike scene left Bob and the other prison guards stunned, speechless for a moment.

Wayne turned to Bob and said calmly:

"Officer Bob, take me to Captain Robert."

Bob Todd, a guard at Dark Court Prison, has long been involved in gambling within the prison, colluding with Warden Robert to amass wealth. He accepts bribes from prisoners and sells enhancement drugs within the prison. He pays his ex-wife $3000 a month in alimony. His residence is 305 Green Lake Community.