Excessive ferocity due to caution

Zi—

The sound of the knife tip scraping against the wall was extremely grating, mixed with a strong, lingering, cold, and bloody smell, spreading a deathly silence and fear.

Fifteen minutes.

Zhao Yi killed 74 members of the Black Tiger Gang in just 15 minutes.

The person in front of me is the last one.

His Achilles tendons had been severed by Zhao Yi, rendering him unable to stand. At this moment, he could only crawl towards the corner like a crippled stray dog, dragging his lower body along...

Two bloodstains, barely visible, were left on the ground.

The burly, strong man was cornered by Zhao Yi. He stared at Zhao Yi as he walked towards him step by step, panting heavily as he said:

"Zhao Yi... if you kill me, the warden will never let you get away with it!"

"The Black Tiger Gang was the warden's most capable workforce in building his backyard. Killing them all is tantamount to directly destroying the warden's backyard!"

Zhao Yidao:

How many people are in the Black Tiger Gang?

The burly man gritted his teeth and said:

"Currently over two hundred."

Zhao Yi smiled and said:

"One more or one less makes no difference."

The burly man's eyes widened, and he hurriedly shouted:

"Don't kill me!"

"I...I can save you a lot of trouble!!"

Zhao Yi sat down in front of him and lowered his voice:

"You just need to save me one problem."

Upon hearing this, the burly man quickly lowered his voice to a very low level:

"What's the trouble?"

Zhao Yi met his gaze:

"you."

The burly man's pupils suddenly contracted.

The coldness entered his heart.

It hurts.

Really hurts.

But he didn't make a sound.

Because Zhao Yi's other elbow was already firmly pressed against his throat.

The burly man convulsed for a short while before dying.

Thus, all 75 members of the Black Tiger Gang were wiped out!

Zhao Yi slowly pulled out his ice skate, wiped the blood off it with his clothes, and then put the tip of the skate into his mouth.

Snap—

Before long, the most terrifying murder weapon in the darkness was chewed up and swallowed by Zhao Yi.

After finishing his ice cream, Zhao Yi stood by the wall, took out the cigarettes he had brought from the medical tower, and lit them with a lighter.

The small flame was bright and steady, and did not burn for long.

But at that moment, all the prisoners in the warehouse saw the hideous bloodstains on Zhao Yi's face and chest, and they saw the smile on his lips.

This frail figure resembled a vicious demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

He really... killed seventy-five members of the Black Tiger Gang all by himself!

This is an unprecedented achievement in the prison of the desert!

The people in the warehouse could hardly believe their eyes. The corpses scattered all over the floor, seemingly asleep, combined with the darkness, constantly assaulted their vision, reminding them of the horrific and cruel nature of the man smoking...

One cigarette finished.

Zhao Yi walked towards the corner where they had been huddled together for warmth. When the criminals saw Zhao Yi approaching, they scattered in fright, completely disregarding the cold...

Being cold is better than being dead.

Who knew that Zhao Yi would get carried away and kill them all at once?

Fortunately, under the tense gazes of these people, Zhao Yi returned to his previous position on the edge, picked up the quilt that was frozen stiff, and went to a relatively warmer spot closer to the center to lie down.

No one dared to approach him.

Except for bamboo poles.

She came to Zhao Yi's side and slept not far from him.

late at night.

After the tension subsided, fatigue set in.

The prisoners fell asleep, half-heartedly.

Meanwhile, the bamboo pole who had been sleeping not far from Zhao Yi slowly reached for the sharp metal piece in his pocket...

She had her eyes closed.

His fingertips rubbed against the metal sheet in his pocket, as if he were making a fierce decision.

In his mind, he simulated countless possible ways to make a move.

But each time... it ended with her neck being severed by a piece of metal.

That thin man, that man who seemed to be asleep, pressed down on her chest like a mountain. The moment she had any thought of killing him, that mountain would suffocate her.

Finally, she released the metal sheet and quietly took it out of her pocket...

...

Vertical day.

The warehouse door was opened.

The guard snapped on the light, preparing to wake the prisoners in the room to get up and do their work.

However, just as he was about to speak, the sight of a large expanse of bright red and dozens of frozen corpses made him shudder!

Holy crap?

What happened here?

Without any hesitation, he immediately activated the alarm, the piercing sound instantly waking the still dazed prisoners in the warehouse!

Before long, the prisoners were herded into the square, and the bodies of the Black Tiger Gang members were also brought out.

Upon seeing the corpses, the Black Tiger Gang members who emerged from the other warehouses were filled with disbelief...

They're all dead?

Seventy-five people went last night...and they're all dead?!

What exactly happened last night?

Beside the arena, a guard stared at the corpses of Black Tiger Gang members scattered on the ground, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

it's over...

Randomly changing prisoners' warehouses is a violation of regulations!

If only a few people died, it wouldn't be a big problem. People die every day in the Sand Sea Prison. They just need to deal with a few corpses as usual, and everything will be fine.

But last night, seventy-five people died in warehouse number 8!

And they were all members of the Black Tiger Gang!

This number is beyond what he can hide no matter how hard he tries...

Looking at the seventy-five Black Tiger Gang members on the ground, the warehouse guard frowned and quickly confirmed the warehouse list of these people from the previous night with the other soldiers.

First check.

He frowned and said coldly:

"Who was in charge of the movement of prisoners in warehouses 6 and 8 yesterday?"

The trembling soldier and another pale-faced soldier slowly stepped forward:

"Sir, I..."

The warehouse manager stared at him, his gaze filled with undisguised murderous intent.

"Do you realize that privately changing the warehouse where prisoners rest... is a serious violation?"

The two soldiers felt cold all over:

"I...I know."

"Sir, I was sick with a fever yesterday, and my mind went blank for a moment. I made a mistake. Please give me another chance!"

"I will repay my superior by serving him like a beast of burden!"

The soldier's legs trembled, and his voice was choked with sobs.

The warehouse manager glanced at him and said indifferently:

"Shall I give you a chance?"

"I gave you a chance, but who will give me a chance?"

"Since you like explaining so much... go explain to the warden."

The two soldiers were taken away screaming.

Then the administrator glanced at the prisoners in warehouse number 8 and said seriously:

"Who killed him last night?"

"Step forward."

Zhao raised his hand.

The administrator glanced at him:

"explain."

Zhao Yidao:

"Last night...they got into a fight over the blankets."

"At first, it was just two people fighting, but then for no apparent reason, more and more people started fighting. Those of us who were physically weak didn't dare to get involved and could only retreat to a corner..."

The administrator slowly walked up to Zhao Yi, stared into his eyes, and said:

"They fought over a blanket?"

"These guys are all from the Black Tiger Gang. Instead of stealing your blankets, they're killing each other over one?"

"Don't you think your lie is ridiculous?"

Zhao remained completely calm and composed, his tone chillingly even:

"Sir, do you think anyone in Warehouse 8 could kill these 75 burly men and emerge unscathed?"

"Compared to the others, doesn't my lie seem more believable?"

The administrator's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sharp edge.

Just as he was confronting Zhao Yi, a thin woman stepped forward, raised an eyebrow, and said:

What he said is true.

"Last night, there was indeed infighting within the Black Tiger Gang. It started with a fight over blankets, but then things got heated, and they formed factions and started fighting..."

As the bamboo pole opened, prisoners in warehouse number 8 gradually stepped forward to echo it.

The manager's gaze gradually shifted from cold to questioning.

At this moment, Zhao Yi spoke again:

"Sir, their fatal wounds were all inflicted by sharp weapons. Besides the Black Tiger Gang, who else could have brought in such sharp weapons?"

"If you suspect us, why don't you take the body away and check the fingerprints or something?"

PS: Third update, 2400 words.

I'll write the next chapter right away.

Today's 10,000-word poem.

It's a little wet, I'll just have to make do for now, and I'll adjust my condition as soon as possible.