Chapter 6: The Killer Liang Qi
An hour ago, at Wei City prison...
The air inside the prison was thick with a mix of odors. The air reeked not only of rotting vegetation but also of a sharp, acrid stench of urine, enough to make one’s stomach turn.
In a cell at the very end of the dimly lit corridor sat a prisoner with a fierce and menacing appearance, his clothes in tatters. He had a burly frame, sharp eyes, and an unmistakable air of banditry about him.
A closer look revealed that he was missing the ring and pinky fingers on his left hand, and the pinky on his right. Only seven fingers remained.
He was none other than Liang Qi, the infamous bandit who once roamed unchecked across Wei City.
Wielding his family’s signature Black Tiger Golden Fist and known for his ruthless nature, he had finally been taken down a few days ago by Zhao Wuzhu, one of Wei City's two head constables.
“Liang Qi, time to eat,” said a young prison guard as he approached, a hint of fear in his eyes.
The moment he set the food down, Liang Qi suddenly lunged forward and began devouring it in huge mouthfuls. Seeing this, the young guard jumped back, startled. The man’s vicious looks and lightning-fast movements made him truly terrifying.
When the young guard returned to the duty room, an older warden chuckled and teased, “Shuanzi, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
The young guard named Shuanzi gave a bitter smile. “Damn it, that Liang Qi is scary as hell just to look at.”
“Afraid of what? He’s just some loser who got beaten by Head Constable Zhao. Now he’s locked up in the dungeon. What trouble could he possibly stir up?” scoffed the slightly older guard.