Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

After a long pause, Anthony finally let out a slow sigh, not losing his composure because of these matters.

He looked directly at Qi Yan and said earnestly, "Thank you for informing me. I am very happy to know that my family members are not dead."

But after all that, you still haven't stated your purpose.

"As expected of you."

Qi Yan sincerely praised, "Your experiences in prison over the years have made you more composed. This is the kind of person I want—a reliable guy who is as steady as a mountain."

I will take you away from this awful place, and I can even help you collect evidence that your family has been framed.

In exchange, you must become my ally.

"Are you trying to recruit me?"

Anthony remained calm and nodded, saying, "If what you say is true, I will not hesitate to use my strength, but there is one condition."

I will not do anything that violates the spirit of a gentleman.

Qi Yan grinned: "Tell me honestly, does your Simon family have a hidden surname called Joestar?"

Qi Yan waved his hand, said no more, and turned to leave with Qi Lin.

After leaving Zone C, Qi Yan turned and walked directly towards the prison guards' rest area:

"Hey sis, use your privileges to check the room number of a prison guard named Jeston."

"It's at the end of the corridor ahead, on your right."

Qi Lin, holding the terminal issued by the prison, promptly and efficiently announced her room number.

Qi Yan felt a wave of relief.

It's still more enjoyable to work with my own little sister; there's no need to waste any words, and whatever I say goes.

In a room at the end of the corridor, a middle-aged Liberian man lay on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes alertly, sat up, and looked towards the door of his room.

The man clearly heard two footsteps approach his room door, but they only stayed for a moment before leaving again.

The man frowned in confusion, raised his hand and gently stroked the beard on his chin. The scar on his nose distorted slightly as his expression grew more serious.

After a moment, once he was sure there were no more sounds coming from outside the door, the man cautiously walked over and opened the door.

A letter lay quietly on the floor outside the door.

Chapter 168 Bang—

'Jesston, I have no interest in watching you slowly play those manipulative tricks. Get to work now.'

I need to see the results of your actions as quickly as possible. Don't think you can escape my notice just because you're in Mansfield Prison.

Remember, my gaze is always on you!

Signed, Mr. K.

Upon seeing the letter, the man named Jeston immediately became extremely nervous.

This Mr. K was his direct supervisor and the biggest boss at the beach umbrella company.

Jeston never expected that his mission would be under Mr. K's surveillance.

"We can't delay any longer!"

Jeston's eyes flashed with malice: "Let's set the operation for three days from now. The prison will arrange for prisoners to enter Section C to clean. Anthony must die."

Unfortunately, Jeston never dreamed that he had already triggered the Liberi racial talent and unknowingly fell into Luper's trap.

Three days flew by.

With the help of his younger sister, Qi Yan was living a more comfortable life than he did on Rhodes Island.

Just as he was lying in bed, watching TV and eating fruit, a prison guard came to Block B.

Qi Yan casually tossed the fruit pit into the trash can, wiped his hands haphazardly on his clothes, and jumped to the door of the room.

Almost all the other prisoners did the same thing as Qi Yan, looking at the prison guards with curiosity.

"Several men, go to Block C and clean the rooms of those serious offenders," the prison guard said.

As soon as he finished speaking, many hands reached out from the room.

The prison guard was stunned for a moment; it was the first time he had ever seen these prisoners work so diligently.

Judging from this situation, he wouldn't even need his companion who went to area A to scout people; he could directly gather enough manpower in area B.

"You, you, you... those I've called out, wait for me to open the door. Everyone else, put your hands back."

In the end, the prison guards followed the rules and only called out a portion of the people.

Qi Yan and the others were within the roll call range, but apart from Mei Er, she didn't raise her hand at all.

Don't ask, the answer is that Mel is doing the design!

A group of people, accompanied by prison guards, received cleaning tools and surged into Zone C.

Without hesitation, Qi Yan immediately grabbed the spot to clean Anthony's cell, securing himself the best vantage point for watching the show.

Upon entering Anthony's cell, Qi Yan, carrying a toilet brush, walked straight toward Anthony's washbasin.

Himer and Kafka noticed Qi Yan's movement and quickly pulled him back.

During the argument between the three, shouts and curses from a prison guard suddenly came from outside the room, followed by chaotic sounds of fighting.

Qi Yan dropped the toilet brush in his hand and rushed over to look. Sure enough, he found a group of people who had already ambushed and knocked out the prison guards and were surrounding Anthony.

Upon spotting Qi Yan and his companions, the assassins exchanged glances, and one of them immediately charged forward with a fierce glint in his eyes.

Kafka's eyes lit up, and he charged forward to fight, only to be knocked unconscious cleanly and efficiently.

"Kafka!"

Upon seeing this, Himer instinctively cried out in alarm and wanted to turn to Qi Yan for help.

Then she saw Qi Yan crash headfirst into the assassin's chest, screaming as he fell to the ground.

Hemer was confused. When she saw the assassin looking at her, she turned pale with fright and ran away.

She hadn't run two steps when she saw a prison guard walking towards her from a distance.

Hamer wanted to ask for help, but when she saw the prison guard's face, she swallowed her words.

The newcomer was a female prison guard named Vaiva, with long, flowing silver hair and a pair of dragon horns near her ears that subtly conveyed a sense of majesty and power, adding to her mystique.

The female prison guard's orange dragon eyes locked onto Himer and the murderer chasing behind her.

A dangerous glint flashed in her eyes, and she moved swiftly, appearing beside Himer in an instant.

She steadied the brim of her prison guard hat with one hand, and casually raised the other hand to block the assassin.

The assassin wore homemade brass knuckles on his fist as he threw a punch.

The metal brass knuckles collided with the female prison guard's arm, producing a dull thud similar to metal clashing.

The assassin's eyes widened, feeling as if he had struck a steel plate made of D32 steel, his fist tingling.

The female prison guard didn't even glance at him, but turned and pulled Himer away, whispering a reminder: "Pretend to faint!"

Hemer was taken aback when she heard this, and then looked at Qi Yan and Kafka, only to find that the two of them were lying on the ground, watching the drama unfold with great interest.

Hammer opened his mouth as if to say something, but felt a light chop to his neck from the female prison guard.

She hesitated for a moment, then obediently lay down on the ground.

After dealing with Himer, the female prison guard turned around and found that the assassin had already attacked her. Before she could react, the homemade metal knuckle duster slammed heavily into her shoulder.

The assassin used all his strength in that punch.

The force of the recoil made the assassin feel as if his fingers were about to break.

Despite the killer's growing fear, the female prison guard remained unmoved, a hint of embarrassment creeping across her resolute face.

"Cough, again."

The female prison guard coughed lightly and threw a punch at the assassin.

The assassin was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat, and he closed his eyes and wildly swung his fists.

The fist seemed to have hit something.

The assassin opened his eyes in surprise and disbelief, only to find that the female prison guard, who was as hard as a D32 steel, was already lying on the ground.

"I...I've become stronger?"

The assassin looked at his fist, his breathing becoming rapid. The experience he had just had gave him a thrilling feeling, like riding a roller coaster.

Adrenaline surged, and the assassin felt an inexhaustible surge of power coursing through his body.

"Gentlemen, let go of Anthony, and I'll finish him off!"

The assassin roared and charged at Anthony.

Then there is no more.

Anthony knocked the inexplicable assassin down with a single punch, his furry tiger face full of confusion.

At that moment, another assassin took advantage of the chaos and launched a sneak attack from behind.

Before the assassin could get close to Anthony, a small knife flew from the side, forcibly interrupting the assassin's attack.

The assassin stepped back to create some distance and looked at the person who had attacked him.

A somewhat dejected, seemingly frail woman with black hair slowly withdrew her arm; she was wearing the prison uniform of a prisoner from Sector A.

"Where did this raccoon come from?"

A ruthless glint appeared in the assassin's eyes. He temporarily abandoned Anthony and prepared to deal with this troublemaker who had suddenly appeared.

Anthony tried to rescue them, but he himself was entangled with the assassins and could not escape for the time being.

Facing the charging assassin, the black-haired woman knew she was no match for him. A hint of panic crossed her face as she assumed a fighting stance and launched a counterattack.

Unfortunately, the two were clearly not on the same level. After a few moves, the black-haired woman was punched and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

"Damn it...why...why did this happen..."

The black-haired woman struggled a few times in frustration, but her vision slowly faded into darkness.

Just before she lost consciousness, she wondered if it was a hallucination, but she thought she saw the people who had been knocked unconscious at the beginning secretly opening their eyes and watching her with amusement.

Anthony watched helplessly as the black-haired woman was knocked unconscious for trying to save him, and anger finally surfaced on his usually composed face.

On his thick arms, the muscles gradually tightened, and the gentlemanly aura that Anthony had cultivated over the years slowly subsided, while the savage aura unique to beasts rose steadily.

The roars, almost indistinguishable between human and beast, echoed through the prison.

Ignoring the assassins' attacks, Anthony relied on his strong physique to withstand them. He swung his fists, sending the assassins in front of him flying. Then, he turned his fists into palms, grabbed the nearest assassin, and used his body as a weapon to swing wildly.

Qi Yan lay prone on the ground, watching Anthony's ferocious fighting style, and couldn't help but click his tongue in regret:

"These assassins are still too weak. I thought I would be able to witness the Big Tiger's earth-shattering and rock-crushing attack."

Chapter 169 Those people...are pretty strong.

"Earth-shaking, rock-breaking impact, what's that?"

Kafka completely lacked the professionalism of an actor; while pretending to be unconscious, he even moved his body to come over to Qi Yan and strike up a conversation.

"A decisive combat technique that is almost never used except for paradox simulation," Qi Yan explained casually.

After he explained, Kafka was visibly more confused.

On the other side, the assassins, under Anthony's full-force attack, did not last long before collapsing to the ground, groaning in pain. It seemed they wouldn't be able to leave their hospital beds for at least ten days to two weeks.

The main force of prison guards arrived just in time, as if guided by some kind of causal law.

Patton stood in the middle of the line, surveying the chaotic scene, his fat face trembling with rage:

"What exactly is going on, Anthony? I need you to explain this to me right now!"

Anthony turned to look at Barton.

The savage aura emanating from him, unique to wild beasts, had not yet faded, and his eyes seemed to hold a bloodthirsty fighting spirit.