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Number 333 snorted, grabbed the fat man by the collar, and lifted him up.

Then, he punched him in the stomach.

This punch sent the fat man staggering backward until he crashed into the railing and onto Bane.

The skinny Bain was knocked over the railing by the fat man.

He and his teddy bear fell to the ground below.

Looking at Bane, who was lying motionless on the ground with blood flowing from his head and mouth.

Number 333 and the fat man exchanged a glance, then silently walked back to their cells, pretending nothing had happened.

Soon, the events that occurred in the prison drew a large number of warnings.

The prison guards waved their batons and dispersed the prisoners who were still watching the commotion. Then they saw Bane lying on the ground, his condition unknown.

"Reporting to headquarters, a kid appears to have fallen from the railing. Call the infirmary!"

Upon receiving the notification, the doctor from the infirmary arrived quickly.

They crouched down to examine Bain, then said, "The child is still alive; I think he can be saved."

The doctor's words angered the prison guards.

"Damn it, why didn't he just die? Why did I have to go through all that trouble to carry him to the ward!"

Chapter 249 The King of Penaduro

In the infirmary of Penadoro Prison, Bain lay quietly on the hospital bed.

If it weren't for the fluctuations in his electrocardiogram showing he was still alive, the prison guards would have thrown him off Shark Cliff long ago.

In his coma, Bain seemed to see another version of himself.

A version of myself radiating kingly aura, a... future version of myself.

The skinny boy stood in front of his future self, looking like a mouse.

Suddenly, the version of himself, radiating a kingly aura, with muscles bulging and towering tall, spoke: "Bane, you will be the king who rules everything in the future."

"King?"

Bain could hardly believe it; in his eyes, he was already incredibly lucky to have escaped from the prison.

"That's right, but first you must overcome the only obstacle on your path to becoming king, and that is your fear."

fear?

Suddenly, a giant bat appeared in Bain's mind.

For Bain, his deepest fear was bats.

But right now, Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne haven't yet stepped into the alley that ended their lives.

Thirty-one days later, little Bain slowly woke up.

When the zombies led Little Bain away, they were surprised to find that Little Bain's eyes were completely different from the ones they had seen before.

Bane now has eyes as sharp as a demonic blade ready to devour its prey.

Bloodthirsty, insane, and wise—that is the true self hidden beneath those bright eyes.

Seeing this, the zombies were not worried about Bane at all; instead, they showed a relieved expression.

It seems that this is the kind of Bane the zombies want him to become.

A person who, like his father the Snake King, possesses the aura of a king.

When Bane returned to his cell and sat back on his cold iron bed, no one noticed that the little boy had woken up.

For these prisoners, the life or death of a child is less important than knowing in advance what dishes will be served for dinner.

Of course, there was one exception: the perverted fat man who knocked Bane off the railing.

The bruises on his face from being beaten by cell number 333 had not completely faded. Ever since he discovered that Bain had returned to prison, he had been staring at Bain with resentment through the iron bars of his cell.

But the current Bane is different from the past. After being guided by his future self in a dream, Bane has already overcome all his fears.

This time, Bain did not flinch or hide his eyes as he had done before.

Instead, he raised his head, walked to the front of the cell bars, and looked at the fat man who had almost killed him with a sharp edge.

Their eyes met, and the young Bane was surprisingly in no way inferior in terms of presence.

Furthermore, as their eye contact continued, a cruel and insane smile crept across Bane's face.

The tormenting smile made Bane appear incredibly insane and sinister.

This made the fat man on the other side a little guilty. Large beads of sweat slid down his bald head, and his breathing became rapid.

Ultimately, the fat man couldn't handle the pressure Bane was putting on him.

"Don't let me catch you, you little brat!"

After spouting a harsh remark, the fat man slowly retreated and disappeared into the shadows of the cell.

Upon hearing this, Bain's crazed and bloodthirsty expression did not subside; instead, it became even more unrestrained.

"You are."

Bain whispered, then turned and lay down on his bed, beginning to plan the first step of his revenge.

After that, the fat man did not cause trouble for Bane during his lunch break.

He was just making those harsh remarks to save face.

After all, Bane's gaze at that time was really too frightening, which made the fat man completely lose the courage to attack Bane again.

Even though Bain was just a child who was not even seven years old.

However, although the fat man stopped making a move, Bane had no intention of letting him go.

One night, the fat man's cell door was opened by someone.

Inside the cell, Bain knelt devoutly on the ground, facing the wall, and clasped his hands together, saying, "Mother, I swear I will avenge your tragic death, and I will spend the rest of my life conquering all evil in this world."

Yes, conquest.

With a click of the lock, Bane slipped out of his cell unnoticed.

Not far away, a zombie with orange, short hair was cleaning the prison with a mop. He silently watched Bane walk into the fat man's ward without saying a word.

The fat man snored loudly; for such an obese fellow, thick layers of fat had accumulated on his neck.

While sleeping, these fats can compress the airway, causing them to snore very loudly.

Bain, his expression crazed, raised the dagger high and swiftly slashed down at the fat man's ankle.

The dagger was exceptionally sharp; with a single slash, the fat man's Achilles tendon in his left foot was severed.

Before the fat man could react, Bain swiftly slashed at his other ankle again.

By the time the pain brought the fat man to his senses, he had already lost the ability to stand up.

Then, before the fat man could figure out what was going on, Bane, as if he had practiced countless times, swiftly severed the tendons in the fat man's hands once again.

At this point, the fat man could only writhe and howl in pain on the bed, completely unable to mount a targeted counterattack against Bane.

Seeing this, Bain nimbly dodged the fat man's rolling body and said with a smile:

“Mr. Fatty, you said that when I came to your cell, I would leave with a full load of loot, right?”

Upon hearing Bain's words, the fat man immediately cursed, "Go to hell, you little bastard! Once I'm healed, I'll definitely shove your head down the toilet!"

The fat man's painful howls and angry curses attracted the attention of the others in the prison.

The prisoners jumped off their beds and watched the rare spectacle through the bars.

Some prisoners in unfavorable positions, unable to see directly from the prison, angrily pounded their toothbrushes against the cell bars, trying to attract the attention of the guards and end the farce.

In these people's minds, if they can't see a good show, no one else should either!

Hearing the sound of the toothbrush cup hitting the iron bars, Bain knew that his time was running out.

He nimbly dodged the fat man rolling on the ground, then pounced on his head after death, stabbing the fat man's eye with the dagger, and then gouged it out. The fat man, not quite hit in the eye, rolled to the ground.

The intense pain stopped the fat man from cursing and he began to wail in agony.

Bain walked over to the eye and stomped down hard.

With juices spilling everywhere, the fat man's poor eyeballs turned into a mess of mush.

“I’m sorry, I broke this eye.” Bain approached the fat man again and said, “I think I’ll have to take out your other eye as well, Mr. Fat.”

Upon hearing this, the fat man frantically rolled backward, pleading, "No...don't do this, don't take my last eye. I know I was wrong, I'll never bother you again, I'm sorry!"

"oh?"

Bain asked suspiciously, "So, you want me to take your life right now?"

"No...no."

The fat man's vision was already completely red from the blood, making it impossible for him to see where Bane was.

"So, do you want your life or your eyes? You have to choose one."

Bain jumped onto the fat man's iron bed and asked from above.

Upon hearing this, the fat man, enduring the pain, could only resign himself to his fate and said, "Fine, I'll give you my eyes, as long as you don't kill me."

"make a deal!"

Bain said cheerfully.

Looking at the fat man's expression, he clearly understood that this guy was like a venomous snake.

If he were to only take the eyes, the fat man would surely seek revenge on him in the future.

Although Bane is not afraid of this guy now, there's no reason for him to cause trouble for his future self.

Not to mention, the fat man's death was already part of his plan.

Bain bent down, pointing the dagger at the fat man's eye.

“Mr. Fatty, please don’t move. Otherwise, if the dagger goes through your eye and into your brain, don’t blame me.”