The setting sun glowed like blood, with a sliver of crimson twilight slicing through the towering walls.

A criminal attempting to stab a knife into Lin Hai's waist had his heart meridian severed with a single fingertip strike. The raised knife dropped to the ground, and the body collapsed with a thud, life snuffed out.

The crowd charging from the left had their necks broken by a single kick from Lin Hai, sent flying, crashing into and toppling over numerous others.

Another group, driven by fear to unleash their ferocity, lunged at Lin Hai, but was slapped to death with a single palm strike.

The sound of bones snapping echoed continuously.

Lin Hai carved a bloody path forward, leaving behind death and destruction, akin to a scythe sweeping through a wheat field, annihilating everything in his wake.

Until the very end, over a hundred savage criminals lay sprawled on the ground.

Some had their hearts pierced through with a punch, others had their foreheads penetrated by a finger. Many had necks and bodies twisted at bizarre angles, clearly broken by immense force.

The scene resembled an Asura Hell.

Fatty Gao continuously wiped the bean-sized sweat droplets from his forehead.

His eyes, filled with terror, stared at the shadow advancing steadily upon him.

Brutal, merciless, with fierce, decisive strikes, and an aura brimming with suppressed killing intent, causing hearts to tremble.

In this battle, Fatty Gao felt as if Lin Hai had mercilessly crushed him from head to toe.

He now deeply regretted his actions. If he hadn't tried to stab Lin Hai with a dagger, perhaps Lin Hai might have spared him.

"Lin..."

Before the words were fully spoken, Fatty Gao's eyes widened in terror, unable to close again.

Because a hand mercilessly struck down upon his forehead, a surge of Gang Qi directly pulverizing his brain into dust.

Fatty Gao, at thirty-seven years old, perhaps due to excessive indulgence, had a bald, gleaming head, almost seemed destined to be struck.

The force's aftermath rippled through Fatty Gao's entire body.

Ka-cha, ka-cha, ka-cha—

Fatty Gao's skeletal structure instantly collapsed, crimson blood frenetically seeping out from his skin.

In an instant, all signs of life were severed, as dead as can be.

In this second, Boss Gao of A-3 District became a thing of the past.

...

The ground was littered with over a hundred corpses, each displaying various grotesque death postures.

Blood covered the earth beneath, gathering drop by drop along the drainage ditches on both sides, forming a small red stream flowing into the sewers.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The guards, who had been watching the spectacle from the high wall, were collectively stupefied.

Behind Iron Hand, a group of people stared, uniformly dumbstruck.

This...

Is this murder?

Even though each of their hands was stained with hundreds of lives.

But to kill over a hundred people at once, none present had ever witnessed such a spectacle.

Doing these things didn't burden Lin Hai psychologically.

Each of these people, placed in society, was an unforgivable criminal and villain. More importantly, they intended to kill him, and he had to resist.

As for killing over a hundred people at once, it might seem terrifying to ordinary people.

But for someone who was once forced to leave their homeland, wandering the international Dark Underground World, struggling on the brink of life and death, and who had participated in countless small and large armed conflicts as a foreign mercenary, battles where thousands died were almost routine.

"You... you killed them all?" Iron Hand turned with extreme difficulty, looking complexly at Lin Hai, whose expression was calm.

Lin Hai nodded slightly, "If I didn't kill them, they would have killed me."

Iron Hand knew not what to say, opting instead for silence.

Everyone present knew that after today, if Lin Hai survived, he would undoubtedly become the undisputed leader of A-3 District.

Why say this?

Because slaughtering over a hundred people in one breath, even the management of Heavenly Prison, would certainly investigate thoroughly.

Moreover, Cao Dan would definitely seize this opportunity as an excuse to find every way to kill Lin Hai.

...

Ten minutes later, Cao Dan, shocked by the news, hurriedly arrived, still unable to shake off his astonishment.

Standing at the patrol post on the high wall, Cao Dan took a loudspeaker from a nearby guard and shouted in the direction of Lin Hai.

"Iron Hand, you and your brothers, kneel down and surrender immediately."

"Anyone daring to resist will be killed without mercy!"

As for Lin Hai, dozens of snipers already had him in their sights, sealing off all possible escape routes.

At Cao Dan's command, dozens of snipers equipped with 12.7mm caliber armor-piercing incendiary rounds were ready to shatter even a Supreme Strong's body to dust.

Iron Hand glared angrily at the high wall, "Chief Cao, we seem to have nothing to do with this matter, no?"

"Nothing to do with it? You conspired with the murderous demon, Lin Hai, planning to rebel in Heavenly Prison. Do you take this Vice Chief for a fool?"

"Hmph, hmph, extinguishing your plot in time is itself a great achievement for this Vice Chief."

Finishing his words, Cao Dan let out a smug chuckle.

Damn?

Sh*t, in mere moments the name changed, what is this murderous demon term, this smear technique is quite enough.

Lin Hai frowned, utterly scornful of Cao Dan.

"You're despicable!" Iron Hand and his men also angrily rebuked Cao Dan.

"Despicable? It's merely a winner-takes-all world." Cao Dan, wearing an expression of self-perceived logic.

"Success is penned by the victors, while the vanquished fade away with the wind, ha ha ha ha." Cao Dan's laugh appeared shameless.

After finishing, Cao Dan raised his arm, loudly commanding into the loudspeaker, "Positions ready, prepare to fire."

Lin Hai maintained a calm demeanor, subtlety operating his internal Gang Qi to its peak state.

He was fully confident he could evade the trajectory of these bullets, successfully retreat, and by the way, leap onto the high wall to eliminate Cao Dan.

Iron Hand and his men also braced themselves as if facing a great foe, ready to resist.

"Hold on!"

A steady voice resonated.

Cao Dan involuntarily furrowed his brows, a prime chance to kill Lin Hai, interrupted by an unexpected intruder.

"Supermarket Lady?"

Lin Hai was surprised to find that the one who appeared was the mysterious Supermarket Lady.

Cao Dan's brows knitted into the shape of a "川" (chuan).

The Supermarket Lady was someone he was reluctant to provoke.

"Cao Dan, stand down," the Supermarket Lady spoke calmly.

Cao Dan hesitated, "Supermarket Lady, this is a matter of Heavenly Prison."

"Did you not hear what I said? I'm protecting these people," the Supermarket Lady's cold tone left no room for face-saving.

"Fine, but I'll only arrest Lin Hai." Cao Dan swallowed his frustration.

"Are you looking to die? Cao Dan, I'm protecting Lin Hai; anyone who dares touch a hair on him, try me?" the Supermarket Lady was straightforwardly unyielding.

Cao Dan clenched his fist tightly.

"Want me to give your Chief a call?" the Supermarket Lady asked calmly.

The mention of "Chief" instantly unraveled Cao Dan's composure.

In Heavenly Prison, though he was nominally the Vice Chief, before the Chief Lord, he was nothing.

The Chief Lord's authority in Heavenly Prison was absolutely unrivaled.

"Supermarket Lady, don't be angry, Little Cao was just joking."

"Joke with your mother, Cao Dan, you listen here, if anything happens to Lin Hai in the future, I'll be the first to deal with you harshly," the Supermarket Lady fiercely scolded Cao Dan.

"Ah, Supermarket Lady, what genuine character; Little Cao acknowledges his mistake, Little Cao will leave now, I was just helping share the Chief Lord's workload, at the least I am still a Vice Chief; no more words, there are other matters, Little Cao is leaving."

With that, Cao Dan nearly fled in haste.

Witnessing this scene, Lin Hai blinked, this Cao Dan, regardless of the outcome, could always find a reason to forcefully act superior, it was the first time witnessing someone illustrating cowardice so refreshingly, filled with positive energy.