He didn't want to make trouble, but when someone forced him to act, he never held back.
In front of Yang Fan's fierce skills, more than a dozen people fell to the ground on cue, and Brother Tiger also met the ground intimately again under Yang Fan's swift kick, clutching his chest with one hand, unable to get up for a long time.
"I don't know the rules here, but I do know that rules are made by those with strength." Yang Fan said slowly, looking down at the group of people on the ground.
Brother Tiger's face was filled with fear. He had encountered a master today. "I... Kid, do you know what you're doing? You've started a fight, you won't live to walk out of here."
"Is that so? Then let's wait and see."
Having said that, Yang Fan didn't leave but kept an eye on the group on the ground, his mind filled with a big question mark.
This is Chizhu Prison, and there are people fighting here. Where are the prison guards?
