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Before his arrival, Ye Fan had already guessed that North Suburb Prison would definitely have some unsightly places where heartless criminals were innumerable.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he was incarcerated, someone would actually try to force him to eat unbearably dirty excrement.

Angered! Ye Fan was completely angered!

And it wasn't just Ye Fan who was mad, at this moment, even Skin Monkey was furious.

Seeing Ye Fan's indifferent demeanor, Skin Monkey roared in anger, "Yes! I'm feeding you shit! You bastard turtle's egg, are your fucking ears deaf or clogged with donkey fur? I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me? Quit stalling and hurry the fuck up and eat all this shit if you don't wanna die!"

"Why don't you eat it?" Ye Fan said, imposing without anger.

As soon as Skin Monkey heard this, he was infuriated and exclaimed, "Fuck! Kid, you're asking for a beating!"

"Skin Monkey, hurry up!" Han Meng urged impatiently.

"Boss, watch me!"

Realizing that Han Meng was getting impatient, Skin Monkey gave Ye Fan a vicious glare, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards him.

"The show's about to start, the show's about to start!"

"Tsk tsk! Every guy who comes in here is tough as nails, but isn't it all the same after being handled — they all become obedient in the end!"

Many inmates started leering at Ye Fan with malicious smiles, forcing a new inmate to swallow shit was not something new for them.

They all knew Skin Monkey's methods, and they were sure that once Skin Monkey made his move, Ye Fan would have no chance of escaping unscathed.

"Kid, you brought this on yourself, get down!"

The instant Skin Monkey closed in on Ye Fan, he suddenly reached out to grab Ye Fan's scalp, trying to press Ye Fan's face into the latrine.

Swish—

Unexpectedly, at the moment Skin Monkey made his move, Ye Fan tilted his body slightly and dodged the violent strike.

Grabbing at thin air, Skin Monkey was livid and said, "You bastard turtle's egg, you dare dodge? I'll show you what's coming to you!"

After Ye Fan dodged, Skin Monkey's face was flushed with even more rage as he swung his hand towards Ye Fan again.

"Hmph!"

Seeing that Skin Monkey continued to attack recklessly, a cold glint shot from Ye Fan's eyes and his right hand swiftly grabbed Skin Monkey's hair.

Exerting force abruptly, Skin Monkey's whole body was lifted by Ye Fan as if he were a little chicken.

"Let go, I'm warning you, let go right now!"

Being lifted by the hair, Skin Monkey was in so much pain that he was close to crying.

"You want me to swallow shit? Since that's the case, you can have a taste of eating shit first!" Ye Fan shouted coldly.

After saying that, Ye Fan grabbed Skin Monkey's hair and charged towards the latrine.

"No! Don't please!"

Seeing his face get closer and closer to the latrine, Skin Monkey started to scream in panic.

He had always been the one dealing with new inmates, but Skin Monkey had never imagined that today he would be the one getting dealt with by a newcomer.

"Skin Monkey!"

Seeing this, the inmates inside the cell all shouted in shock.

They wanted to stop Ye Fan, but Skin Monkey's face was too close to the latrine; they had just stood up when Ye Fan pressed him into the latrine.

"Mmph! Mmm!"

With his face pushed into the latrine, Skin Monkey struggled hysterically.

However, Ye Fan's grip was too strong, and although Skin Monkey wanted to break free, he was unable.

Holding Skin Monkey's head, Ye Fan sneered, "The taste of eating shit must be quite nice, right? Since you like swallowing shit that much, then savor this wonderful taste!"

After speaking, Ye Fan let go of his hand and stomped heavily on the back of Skin Monkey's head, preventing him from breaking free.

"Mmph! Mmmm!"

With his face buried in the latrine, Skin Monkey was in utter panic.

Especially as the overwhelming stench hit his nose, he almost passed out.

"Damn it! What are you all waiting for? Get him!"

Seeing Skin Monkey's miserable state, Han Meng's face changed.

"Right, go, go, go, rescue Skin Monkey, quickly, rescue Skin Monkey!"

"You son of a bitch, a newcomer dares to show us up, kill him, kill him!"

In an instant, a group of inmates inside the cell charged at Ye Fan, their faces twisted with malice, intending to leave him dead or seriously injured.

In their eyes, Ye Fan's move on Skin Monkey was a direct challenge to their authority, and they couldn't let Ye Fan off easy.

"Strike when you have to, but don't fucking kill him!" Han Meng said sternly.

"Yes, boss!"

The group of inmates responded and charged towards Ye Fan aggressively.

"You've got guts, kid! Daring to lay hands on Skin Monkey, do you even know how to spell 'dead'?"

A middle-aged man with a goatee was the first to approach; he clenched his fists and swung fiercely at Ye Fan's face.

"Get lost!"

Locking onto the figure, Ye Fan threw a punch with a killing intent.

The bearded middle-aged man was fast, but Ye Fan was faster.

Bang!!!

Before the bearded middle-aged man could land a punch on Ye Fan's face, Ye Fan's fist hammered into the man first, making him feel as though he had been hit by a large truck, causing his body to stagger backward repeatedly.

"You've got some skills, but even so, you must die!"

Just as Ye Fan had repelled the bearded middle-aged man, a buzz-cut man kicked fiercely towards Ye Fan's body.

"Ignorant fool!"

Seeing the buzz-cut man kicking at him, Ye Fan let out a cold laugh and his right foot shot out like lightning, striking the man's groin first.

"Ow! Ow oooo!"

The buzz-cut man, taken in the vital spot by Ye Fan, instantly turned green in the face as he covered his crotch, tears streaming down with pain.

"This guy's ruthless, let's all go at him together, brothers, together!"

Realizing that Ye Fan was not simple, a group of inmates with fierce looks in their eyes pounced towards Ye Fan.

"A bunch of rabble!"

As the crowd surged toward him, Ye Fan's eyes blazed and he let go of Skin Monkey, turning his body into a fleeting shadow as he charged towards the group.

"Kid, go to hell!"

An inmate bellowed, using every trick in the book to attack Ye Fan.

"Hit the floor!" Ye Fan shouted, sweeping his hand and sending the man crashing down unconscious.

"Brat, you've got guts causing trouble here, I'll skin you alive!"

Soon after, another inmate came charging forward, eyes bursting with rage.

Without uttering a word, when the man got close, Ye Fan suddenly lifted his knee with the force of a thousand pounds and slammed it into the man's abdomen.

The man was struck as if by lightning, turning pale and collapsing onto the floor.

One! Five!

Ten!

In the blink of an eye, in the cell, all the fierce inmates were lying on the ground, moaning continuously.

"Brat, how dare you make me eat shit? I'm going to kill you!"

At that moment, Skin Monkey, whose face had been buried in the cesspit, broke free and, red-faced with anger, roared at Ye Fan.
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Swish—

As his roar ended, Skin Monkey charged at Ye Fan with a fierce and resolute look on his face.

He attacked without defending, as if to avenge the humiliation of eating filth.

Ye Fan watched the filth-covered Skin Monkey and mocked, "Why so agitated? Did it taste good?"

"Ah! Aaaaah!"

Provoked by Ye Fan's taunt, Skin Monkey could no longer control his emotions and bellowed with all his might.

"Get lost!"

As Skin Monkey got close, Ye Fan kicked him squarely, sending him uncontrollably crashing towards the boss Han Meng.

"What?" Seeing Skin Monkey hurtling towards him, Han Meng, the boss, changed his expression.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Skin Monkey crashing into him, but he was dreading the man's face full of excrement splashing onto him.

True to his stature as a Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster, Han Meng immediately stood up and dodged Skin Monkey's impact.

Splat!

But there was too much excrement on Skin Monkey's face, and when his body hit the ground hard, quite a bit of it splashed.

Even with Han Meng's timely evasion, he couldn't avoid the excrement that sprayed onto him.

Taken by surprise, a bit of it landed on Han Meng's nostril.

A foul stench hit him, and Han Meng almost passed out.

"Dammit, you're courting death, kid!"

Han Meng reached out with his left hand to quickly wipe off the excrement from his nose, staring at Ye Fan furiously.

Facing Han Meng, Ye Fan sneered, "Courting death? Oh? Looking for a fight with me? Then bring it on. The moment I entered this cell, I knew our encounter was destined to end badly!"

"Daring to provoke me? You've got guts!" Hearing this, Han Meng's eyes sharpened as he stared at Ye Fan.

Hum!!!

The next moment, a ferocious aura burst forth from Han Meng's body, with the intimidating presence of a Half-Step Transcendent Master fully unleashed.

"Boss is angry, everybody watch, the boss is furious. I'll bet a pack of spicy sticks that as soon as the boss makes a move, this kid won't last a single blow in front of him!"

No sooner had this remark been made than all the inmates rolled their eyes.

"Aren't you stating the obvious? We're all too aware of the boss's strength. Although this kid has some moves, he's ultimately no match for the boss!"

"Exactly! The boss is a real Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster, the number one person in North Suburb Prison. There's no suspense; this kid is definitely a dead man in front of the boss!"