This kick was like slapping each of them across the face.

After realizing what was happening, the two people standing there, spewing out vulgar words from their mouths, walked menacingly towards the left and right with a fierce scowl on their faces.

He smirked subtly, slightly crouched down without leaving a trace, shifting his weight to his lower body.

After arriving at the prison, he did not stop his habit of morning exercises, and his physical condition was excellent.

These two people, absolutely, no problem.

The two of them arrived in front of him almost simultaneously. One of them raised his foot, wanting to kick him over, while the other went straight for his throat with a grab.

Swiftly darting to the side, the man's swift kick missed its target, his posture somewhat unstable. Seizing the opportunity, he swiftly pulled down the upper part of his opponent's body while the knees below delivered a fierce blow to his abdomen.

The strong man cursed under his breath and was then struck even harder by the person to his left and right, causing acid to rise from his stomach and spew out of his mouth.

Another big man was avoided by him with a move, and seeing his companion's appearance, he knew that this person had some skills. His palm clenched into a fist, making a whooshing sound as it broke through the air, with the sole intention of smashing the person's face to the ground.

Having no choice, he had to let go. With one kick, he sent the burly man in front of him flying. Simultaneously, he turned his head, grabbing one wrist with both hands, and grabbed the man's arm with his other hand.

He applied force below, executed a powerful shoulder throw, and managed to throw the hefty man weighing close to two hundred kilograms out.

Zuoyou dealt a heavy blow, this time there's no doubt that the fall was severe.

But it's still not enough.

He stepped on his face with one foot, saying, "Didn't you brush your teeth this morning?"

The burly man who was being stepped on by him had his face pressed against the ground and distorted, but he still mumbled curses against his ancestors.

Hearing this, his eyebrows twitched. He really disliked his family being greeted like this. He slowly released his grip on his face, lifting his foot higher and displaying a threatening stance as if he wanted to stomp on the person's head.

He didn't complete this kick, as someone behind him held an iron rod and mercilessly swung it towards his head.

Hearing this sound, Zuo You instinctively raised his arm and took a few steps back.

This was the burly man who had been kicked by him initially, and he was also the most easily recognizable due to his full beard.

Looking at the iron rod in his hand, he quickly realized that he had taken one of the table legs off.

The tables and chairs here are all bolted to the ground and cannot be moved at all. This damn fool has truly angered him, damaging public property like this will probably end up getting him beaten up.

They didn't seem to care about their surroundings. These individuals obviously didn't understand where they were. If they weren't given a proper lesson, once they entered Zone A, they probably wouldn't have a clue how they would meet their end.

With such thoughts in mind, Zuo Wei let out a slight sigh of relief.

My arm was burning with a searing pain.

Luckily, his defensive posture was quite good. If that hit just now had landed on his head, it wouldn't have been fun.

Without waiting for the pain to subside, the person lifted the stick and continued to strike.

This length is really hard to dodge, after all, the height is there on both sides.

Zuoyou hesitated for a moment, then found the right timing. He swiftly caught the rascal, using such force that his palm felt slightly numb. However, he held on tightly and took advantage of the situation to rise.

The big man realized that the iron rod was useless, so he resorted to punching and engaging with his fists against those around him.

The movements on the left and right became faster. One hand was caught on his arm and, before he hit himself on the face, the other directly disarmed his arm with the iron rod.

The excruciating pain of a dislocated arm is no less severe than a bone fracture. Even these strong men were in so much pain that their faces contorted.

He swiftly snatched the iron rod and fiercely beat while nursing the painful area.

The burly man was running around in all directions, trying to escape the attack.

Utterly insane, he went crazy and, after getting hold of an iron rod, chased after the three big men and beat them mercilessly.

The few individuals who were accustomed to being arrogant and domineering on weekdays were beaten to the point where they had no room to fight back.

Until the prison guard blew the whistle, the inmates on both sides were still seething with anger. Each of them received several blows of the rod before finally dropping their iron rods and standing up straight.