Chapter 123: The Ruthless Ye Fei

“Clang—”

“Get inside,” the prison guard ordered, shoving Ye Fei forward.

Ye Fei entered the cell. A dozen or more prisoners were inside, every one of them wearing a hostile expression. There seemed to be far too many people crammed into this cell; none of the others held so many inmates.

A thought crossed Ye Fei’s mind, and he laughed coldly to himself. “Looks like someone went to great lengths to arrange this special ‘welcome’ for me.”

As soon as the guard locked Ye Fei inside, he left. The guards stationed nearby disappeared as well.

“Someone really has gone to a lot of trouble,” Ye Fei sneered.

The prisoners suddenly made a strange move, leaving Ye Fei momentarily stunned. They dragged several people out from behind them and threw them at his feet.

“Brother Ye,” one of the young men groaned weakly.

“It’s you!” Ye Fei’s voice turned icy.

These young men had been arrested alongside him. They were several of Sun Yang’s underlings. Ye Fei had not expected them to have been brought here first, where the older inmates had beaten them savagely.

“Damn it, you still have enough strength to talk? Teach him a little more,” snarled a bald thug with a scar across his forehead.

One of the older prisoners stepped forward, intending to continue beating the young man.

But when his foot reached the young man, he could not kick any farther. Ye Fei had made his move. His right hand shot out, his five fingers curling like five iron hooks as they clamped firmly around the prisoner’s ankle.

Crack, crack—

Ye Fei’s face darkened. He tightened his grip, and the man’s ankle gave off the sound of bones grinding beneath his fingers.

“You all enjoy ‘teaching’ people, don’t you? Then let me ‘teach’ you something too—how to fight.”

His voice was cold. Gathering strength in his right hand, Ye Fei seized the prisoner by the ankle and swung him into the air, whirling his entire body around.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

The man spun through the air, the motion producing a fierce rushing sound.

Ye Fei released him. As the prisoner flew away, Ye Fei stepped forward and kicked him squarely in the waist.

Crack!

A chilling snap rang out. The prisoner’s spine broke beneath the kick. He crashed to the floor and coughed up blood.

The sheer brutality of the attack stunned more than half the prisoners. A chill rose in their hearts. Ye Fei was practically a demon, ruthless beyond belief. With a shattered spine, the man would be crippled even if he survived.

Ye Fei’s expression did not change in the slightest, as though he had merely brushed a fly aside.

“Which of them beat you?” he asked coldly. “Point them out one by one. I’ll make sure they suffer even worse than you did.”

The moment he said this, every prisoner in the cell changed expression. The temperature seemed to plunge, the cold sinking straight into their bones.

“They… they all took part,” one of the young men said.

“Is that so?”

Ye Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping across the cell like a blade.

“Damn it, he’s only one man! What are you afraid of? Everyone, get him!” shouted the leader of the prisoners, glaring viciously at Ye Fei.

Not wanting to end up like the older inmate on the floor, all the prisoners surged forward at once.

“Having more people doesn’t always mean you can win,” Ye Fei said with a cold laugh.

He moved to meet them head-on, taking care not to let the fight reach the injured young men.

Whoosh! Bang!

Smack!

Crack!

Ye Fei moved like a ghost. None of them could land a blow on him. Whenever he struck, he seized a man by the shoulder and yanked, wrenching the joint out of place. The prisoner clutched his shoulder and howled miserably as beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

With another kick, Ye Fei struck one man’s knee, leaving him limping as though his leg had gone dead. When he kicked another in the chest, the man was sent flying.

These men had beaten the young men so viciously that Ye Fei naturally had no intention of letting them off easily. But this was a prison, and he could not afford to make a serious mistake that would give the mastermind behind everything an opportunity to exploit the situation. Thus, every blow was carefully measured. None was fatal, though several left the victims disabled.

Seven or eight older inmates lay sprawled around him. Ye Fei walked past them toward the prisoners who were retreating in terror.

As he advanced, he said coldly, “You spend every day beating others. Today, you should experience for yourselves what it feels like. In truth, the worst thing you did—the greatest mistake you made—was taking your anger out on innocent people.”

“It has nothing to do with me! I—”

The older prisoner had barely begun pleading when Ye Fei kicked him directly in the face.

Ye Fei was utterly merciless. He would not soften his heart or spare any of them.

Bang!

The prisoner’s front teeth were knocked out, his nose flattened, his brow split, and his lips swollen. Blood covered his face, making him look hideous and wretched.

Wherever Ye Fei passed, everyone he fixed his eyes upon fell to the floor in miserable condition. In this way, he thoroughly avenged the young men.

After dealing with every prisoner in the cell, Ye Fei went over to the injured youths and used massage techniques to ease their pain.

An hour later, the prison guards finally returned.

Hearing the commotion, Ye Fei sneered inwardly.

“Don’t you think something’s strange?” one guard asked.

“Yeah. It’s far too quiet. Come on, let’s take a look,” said another.

The two guards approached Ye Fei’s cell. Looking through the bars, they saw bodies strewn across the floor while Ye Fei sat calmly to one side, massaging several young men.

Tweet, tweet—

The guards hurriedly blew their whistles.

Other guards immediately came running.

“Don’t move!” one of them warned Ye Fei as he opened the cell door.

Ye Fei did not even raise his head, ignoring them completely.

The guards watched him as though confronting a deadly enemy. The others went to examine the injured prisoners. When they saw the pitiful condition of more than a dozen inmates, they all drew a sharp breath.

How vicious!

“Did you do this to them?” one guard demanded, staring at Ye Fei.

Ye Fei lifted his head and replied calmly, “Don’t slander me. They injured one another in a fight. It had nothing to do with me.”

As he spoke, Ye Fei turned his head and let his gaze pass over the faces of the prisoners one by one. Whenever his eyes met theirs, their bodies trembled and involuntary fear rose in their hearts. They all looked away uneasily.

“Yes, officer. We injured one another in a fight,” the dozen or so prisoners said shakily.

They were truly terrified of Ye Fei, this merciless demon who seemed more like a nightmare than a man.

The guards exchanged glances. Anyone with eyes could see that Ye Fei had crippled these prisoners. Unfortunately, the men refused to say a word, instead taking all the blame upon themselves. There was nothing the guards could do about Ye Fei.

“What about these men?” one guard asked unwillingly.

“I was teaching them martial arts. They were injured while sparring,” Ye Fei replied.

“That’s right. We injured ourselves while practicing martial arts,” the young men hurriedly agreed.

“From now on, no teaching martial arts in the prison. Hmph!”

Unable to find any grounds to charge Ye Fei, the guard could do nothing but leave with the injured prisoners.