Underworld Chronicles: Qiao Si's Strategist, Xiao Ke, and Wang Weifan

What were Little K's three musketeers doing at this moment? The three tigers who forced their way in caused trouble.

Let's start with Wang Zhi. He had heard from a friend who had been in there before that newcomers had to get a good beating; that was the rule in the cell.

So when Wang Zhi entered the cell with the bedding, the first thing he did was pull the blanket over his head and say, "I know the rules here, you can begin."

Wang Zhi's actions stunned everyone else in the cell. The cell leader hadn't even given a word, and this guy was already asking to get beaten up. Didn't he know the rules?

The person sitting on the second bunk ran over in a few steps, yanked the blanket off Wang Zhi, and said, "Damn it, doesn't he know the rules? The boss hasn't even asked him anything yet."

"Who the hell are you cursing? You can curse me, but don't curse my mother!" Wang Zhi retorted.

Fuck you, so what if I curse her? I not only want to curse her, I also want to fuck her.

The man in the second bunk slapped Wang Zhi hard across the face. He grinned lewdly and cursed while arching his body forward in a vulgar gesture.

"Damn it!" Wang Zhi shouted as he jumped up and kicked the man in the second cell squarely in the crotch. The people in the cell clearly heard a "pop" sound, like a soda can bursting open.

The man standing opposite Wang Zhi's eyes widened instantly. He clutched his groin and collapsed to the ground, letting out a heart-wrenching scream, like the squeal of a pig that had just been stabbed, his voice filled with desperate misery.

The leader of Wang Zhi's cell stood up, followed by four or five men. Just as they were about to come over and teach Wang Zhi a lesson, a guard heard the howling, opened the door, and rushed in.

What's wrong? What's wrong? The person lying on the ground was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he was just clutching his groin and rolling around on the ground.

The guard pulled down his pants and was instantly dumbfounded. It was bursting with juice! You guys, get him to the infirmary right now. Who did this?

"Report, I did it!" Wang Zhi stood up voluntarily.

"Get out here! You caused trouble on your first day. You're in solitary confinement." The warden said, dragging Wang Zhi out and locking him in solitary confinement.

The man who was hit in the balls almost died from the pain. The doctor had to go to great lengths to save his life. It was all because he messed with the wrong person. He didn't know that Wang Zhi's nickname was "Wang the Crotch," and that he was a professional at hitting people in the balls.

As for Zhang Guangyue, he was a complete idiot and a hothead. As soon as he entered the cell, he shouted, "Where am I supposed to sleep?"

The people in the cell watched Zhang Guangyue's idiotic antics without saying a word. Then the cell leader spoke up: "You'll sleep in the spot next to the toilet."

"Why should I sleep there? It smells bad there. I want to sleep there," Zhang Guangyue said, pointing to the cell head.

"Damn it, what the hell is this idiot who walked in? Second brother, go check what's going on," the cell leader said to the man in the second cell.

A burly man with a scar on his face stood up, swaggered over to Zhang Guangyue's side, pointed at Zhang Guangyue with his index finger, and shouted,

"You little brat, you've got some nerve, haven't you? Ah..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Guangyue swiftly reached out, grabbed his fingers, and twisted them backward with force. With a snap, his index finger was bent to one side.

The man with the scar on his face screamed, clutching his severed finger as he crouched down. Zhang Guangyue delivered a flying kick to his head, then rushed over to the headman's side.

Before the bugler could react, Zhang Guangyue snuggled into his arms and bit the bugler's little finger with his big mouth.

"What the hell are you doing? What are you doing? Hurry up and get him away from me!" the leader shouted, repeatedly poking Zhang Guangyue's head with his other hand.

The others heard the leader's cries for help and ran over. Some grabbed Zhang Guangyue's legs, others grabbed his waist, and dragged him backward with all their might.

No matter how the bugler struck him or how the others dragged him, Zhang Guangyue's mouth seemed to be welded to the bugler's fingers and couldn't be removed.

"Ahhh, you son of a bitch, stop biting me, stop biting me! You can have my spot, you can have it!" Number 6 started begging for mercy, his head aching.

But it was too late. With a snap, Zhang Guangyue, like a wolfhound, bit off the headman's little finger. The headman, seeing his severed finger with its white forked bone exposed and bleeding, almost fainted.

Zhang Guangyue spat out the severed finger from his mouth with a "pui!" The severed finger, stained with blood, rolled a few times on the ground before stopping. Some of the more timid people in the cell covered their eyes, unable to bear to look.

The men in the first and second bunks were clutching their fingers and howling, attracting the guards outside. When the guards opened the door, they saw a bloody severed finger on the ground, with the white bone showing. One man was rolling on the ground, and another was rolling on his bunk, both with ferocious expressions on their faces.

"Everyone, squat down! Squat down against the wall!" the guard shouted, pulling out his stun gun. Except for the two lying down, everyone else put their hands behind their heads, faced the wall, and squatted down.

"Who did this?" the guard roared.

"Report, I did it!" Zhang Guangyue shouted as he stood up. The guard shoved an electric baton at him, and Zhang Guangyue convulsed and fell to the ground.

"Take these two to the infirmary, quick!" the warden ordered after seeing Zhang Guangyue collapse.

Thus, Zhang Guangyue was also placed in solitary confinement, awaiting further action.

Our brother Wei Qinggang was even more outrageous. When he went to the cell, he didn't have any pointed leather shoes, so he couldn't kick the anus. But that didn't matter, he had other tricks up his sleeve.

As soon as Wei Qinggang came in, he immediately called out, "Who's the boss here? Isn't there a saying about 'three cuts and six holes'? Do you dare to have a match with us?"

The cell leader looked at Wei Qinggang for several seconds and said, "You little brat who hasn't even grown up yet, you want to challenge me? What's with all this 'three cuts and six holes' stuff? Get the hell out of here and beat him up."

Four or five burly men rushed over instantly, and without saying a word, they started slashing at Wei Qinggang with their fists.

Wei Qinggang was knocked to the ground in a few moves. He rolled around on the ground and suddenly crawled out from between someone's legs and behind him.

Wei Qinggang, who had just emerged, stretched out his finger and jabbed it into the man's buttocks. The man's buttocks tightened, and his body twitched.

Before he could even turn around, Wei Qinggang had already reached into his pants, almost pulling his intestines out with a swift and powerful move.

The man Wei Qinggang had stabbed lay on the ground, completely incapacitated. Wei Qinggang reached out and slapped the other men repeatedly, their faces covered in yellow excrement, and they all retreated.

Taking advantage of the gap, Wei Qinggang leaped onto the bunk and headed for the foreman. He pried open the foreman's mouth and pulled out his tongue with all his might.

Seeing Wei Qinggang's murderous expression, the others surrounded him, not daring to approach. Just as everyone was at a loss, the guard burst through the door.

So, what will the discipline committee do next? Stay tuned for the next installment.