I bought a prison in the United States.

"Bang!"

Jerome didn't use the kind of wild, street-fighting punches.

That was a standard jab.

Power originates from the feet, is transmitted through the waist and hips, and is then concentrated and released at the edge of the fist.

The power was precisely concentrated between the seventh and eighth ribs on the right side of Ghost Fang, where the liver is located.

A severe blow to the liver can cause diaphragmatic spasms and a sudden drop in blood pressure, causing the body to enter a state of being unable to breathe or exert force within a fraction of a second.

Ghost Fang's body bent over in an instant.

The iron pipe slipped from his fingers, bounced twice on the concrete ground, and rolled into the shadow of the cooling tower.

His mouth opened, but his diaphragm was spasming, and no air could get in.

Ghost Fang's eyes widened, his pupils still holding the fear that Lin Ge had instilled in him, now superimposed with a layer of pure physiological shock.

Jerome didn't stop; his right fist followed closely behind his left, striking the side of Ghost Fang's jawbone!

This is a hook punch, the power originating from the toes.

The trajectory of the fist is not a straight line, but a slightly upward arc.

This angle can transmit rotational force to the maximum extent, causing the opponent's head to experience violent rotational acceleration upon impact.

The brain violently shakes within the cranial cavity, impacting the inner wall of the skull, causing a brief loss of consciousness.

Ghost Fang's body fell backward.

His knees hit the ground first, then his hips, and finally his entire torso.

"Bang!"

His head slammed against the concrete floor with a dull thud. His eyes were still open, but his pupils were dilated and unfocused.

Until the moment before he lost consciousness, Guiya was unaware of what had happened and didn't even have time to feel the pain.

Jerome stood in front of Ghost Fang, looking down at him.

The moonlight shone on his fist, revealing that the skin at his knuckles was broken and bleeding.

It's been too long since I've boxed, and the skin on my knuckles has lost the thick calluses that used to protect it.

But Jerome seemed to feel no pain, and his breathing began to become rapid.

The effect of that intention is fading rapidly.

He blinked, his facial muscles began to regain sensation, and his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were pondering why he was there.

He saw Ghost Fang lying on the ground, and he also saw Lin Ge leaning against the door frame of the stairwell.

"I……"

"How could I...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Coffey and Tommy rushed onto the roof at the same time.

"Boss! Boss... um?"

Both of them were panting, and a trace of bewilderment from the uncontrollable force still lingered on their faces.

Coffey quickly scanned the entire rooftop; Wade lay beside the cooling tower, struggling to get up.

Ghost Fang lay on the ground, his eyes unfocused, while another prisoner stood in front of him.

Lin Ge leaned against the door frame, his forehead covered in cold sweat, looking as if he had been frightened.

"What happened?"

Kofi scratched his head, feeling a lot of confusion.

Tommy was the first to recover, but he also had a lot of questions.

First of all, what's the boss doing here?

Ghost Fang really is here, and Wade even bumped into him.

But Jerome's appearance here was the most surprising thing to him. He had subdued Ghost Fang and protected the boss.

Ringo took a deep breath and looked at Jerome's back with some surprise.

He never expected that the drug addict who was trembling in the cell had just subdued the most dangerous person in the entire prison with just two punches!

"Jerome saved me."

Jerome turned around and looked at Ringo.

His face held an indescribable expression, a mixture of confusion and something he himself had almost forgotten.

That's dignity!

Tommy went over, squatted down next to Ghost Fang, and checked his breathing and pulse:

"He's still alive, but needs to be taken to the hospital. He may have broken ribs and a concussion."

Coffey had already removed the handcuffs from his belt.

These are heavy-duty handcuffs specifically designed to deal with high-risk prisoners. There is a connecting chain between the handcuffs, which can lock both hands and feet simultaneously.

He squatted down and skillfully handcuffed Guiya's hands behind his back.

Then the ankles were also handcuffed together, and the connecting chain passed through the buckle between the handcuffs and anklecuffs, tightening until there was only about 20 centimeters of room to move.

"He can't escape now."

Coffey stood up and dusted off his hands.

Are you alright?

Wade was helped to his feet by Tommy.

"fine."

He had a wound on the back of his head that was still bleeding, and his hair was stuck together in clumps with blood, but he had regained consciousness.

He glanced at Ghost Fang, who was handcuffed like a shrimp, then at Jerome before turning his gaze to Ringo:

"Boss, how did you know he was on the roof?"

Lin Ge shook his head. "I don't know, I didn't know he escaped. What are you doing?!"

"It gave me a fright; I thought I was going to die here today."

"I'm sorry, boss."

Lingo didn't continue to criticize, watching as Guiya was lifted up by Kofi and walked towards the stairwell.

As he passed by Lingo, Ghost Fang's eyes suddenly regained focus.

He turned his head and looked at Lingo.

His lips moved, but his voice was so low that only Ringo could hear it:

"You are not human."

Lin Ge looked into his eyes.

Those eyes still held the fear that Lin Ge had planted in them, a concentration of 50%, enough to cause an ordinary person to have a mental breakdown.

But Guiya was still conscious, his eyes were still sharp, and he was trying to understand what had just happened.

"Neither do you," Ringo said.

Ghost Fang was carried down the stairs, the iron chains dragging on the cement steps, making a clanging sound, as it gradually disappeared into the distance.

The rooftop fell silent, and moonlight shone on the rusty exterior of the cooling tower.

Jerome looked down at his hands.

The fingers trembled slightly; this is a normal physiological reaction after the adrenaline recedes.

His knuckles had three cuts, exposing the underlying dermis, and the edges were already swollen.

It will turn bluish-purple tomorrow, yellowish-green the day after, and scab over in a week. After the scab falls off, it will leave a few faint scars.

These scars will remain on his hands, just as the blood of "Blue Snake" will forever remain in the concrete floor of this prison.

Jerome.

Hearing someone calling his name, Jerome, who was in a daze, looked up again.

Lin Ge looked at him and said sincerely:

"Thank you."

At first, Lin Ge didn't know who would come first, but to his surprise, the first person to save him was not a prison guard, but a prisoner.

It really opened his eyes.

Could it be that I possess some kind of mind control ability?

Jerome's lips moved; he was still bewildered and didn't know what had happened.

Tommy came over, gently lifted Jerome's hand, and shone a flashlight on it to examine the wound.

"I need stitches. The medical room ran out of suture kits last time, and the new ones haven't arrived yet."

Lin Ge assessed the situation and said:

"Take him to the county hospital when it gets light. The treatment cost should not exceed $1000."

Tommy glanced at Ringo with some surprise, but the other man had already turned and headed towards the stairwell.