The City’s Strongest Son-in-law

Chapter 696: Chapter 697: Su Changfeng Wins

Wilson’s entire figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string, while Su Changfeng followed behind like a leopard.

Before Wilson hit the ground, Su Changfeng landed several more punches on him.

Bang!

With the loud noise of Wilson’s giant body hitting the ground, Su Changfeng lifted his leg and pressed it on Wilson’s chest. Now Wilson could no longer move an inch, and blood kept gushing from his mouth. This scene sent chills down the spine of all the inmates watching the fight!

This... did this guy just kill Wilson?

The unbeatable force in the arena, the invincible Wilson, was now defeated so severely.

Those who had despised Su Changfeng and those who had mocked him now felt a tingling sensation on their scalp.

They were particularly worried that Su Changfeng would come after them once he heard what they said and start settling scores after the arena match was over.

They were also afraid of being resented by Su Changfeng, which would make the future rather unpleasant!

At this moment, all the inmates simultaneously chose the same action, none dared to meet Su Changfeng’s eyes directly.

Only Pangolin stared at Su Changfeng excitedly, his blood roaring at the sight of this unbelievable reversal. In Pangolin’s eyes, this person’s stature could now rival that of Su Changfeng.

Of course, Pangolin had no idea that the person standing on the arena was Su Changfeng himself.

Su Changfeng looked around the iron cage; all the inmates in Purgatory were subdued by his aura, and the air seemed to freeze.

When Su Changfeng saw Pangolin, he paused, surprised that Pangolin was still alive, and Liu Chao was as well. This meant Pangolin hadn’t discovered any news about Ye Qingtian during his time in Purgatory.

When Su Changfeng’s eyes fixed on Pangolin, Liu Chao was so frightened he nearly couldn’t stand, saying to Pangolin: ”Pangolin, why is that man staring at you? Do you have some grudge with him?”

Pangolin shook his head, uncertain why he was receiving different treatment but observed no hostility from the person on the arena.

”Now we’re doomed. Do you think he heard me just scoffing at him? Will he retaliate against me?” Liu Chao panicked, almost on the verge of tears.

Pangolin was speechless at Liu Chao’s foolishness; he was merely scaring himself. In such a noisy environment, with a considerable distance, there was no way that person could hear what he said.

But why did that person keep staring at him?

At this moment, Wilson struggled to move at Su Changfeng’s feet—he wasn’t dead.

Of course, Wilson wasn’t dead, not because Su Changfeng couldn’t kill, but because he simply chose not to!

When a group from Purgatory entered the arena, multiple electric shock guns were fired simultaneously, causing Su Changfeng to fall instantly, and soon he was dragged away. This marked the end of the arena match.

Undoubtedly, the result was Wilson’s defeat, which everyone saw. What also intrigued everyone was the identity of the individual in the hood, who elicited such attention from Purgatory, such that even Wilson was no match for him.

This arena match would certainly become a hot topic in Purgatory in the coming days.

As Liu Chao and Pangolin were leaving the field, Liu Chao asked Pangolin: ”Now, this guy is definitely a particularly dangerous character, right? Do you think he’ll be in Zone A?”

Zone A!

Pangolin suddenly stopped.

In Purgatory, there were only two zones, Zone A and Zone B. Most people were in Zone B, and Zone A was off-limits to ordinary inmates.

Pangolin knew about Zone A’s existence from other inmates, and he also suspected Ye Qingtian might be confined there. However, the regrettable fact was that it was beyond his reach, making such speculation impossible to confirm.

”Probably not,” Pangolin said. Even though Wilson killed on the arena, he was only put in Zone B’s solitary confinement. Although the person was dangerous, Pangolin believed he didn’t merit confinement in Zone B.

”Don’t be so sure. Purgatory is now targeting this person; they certainly won’t let him continue in Zone B. Plus, he’s now seen as a disaster by all the inmates. If he stays in Zone B, I doubt any inmates would dare to appear during free time,” Liu Chao said.

Pangolin didn’t doubt Liu Chao’s opinion. That person’s strength could indeed alter conditions in Zone B, and likely no one would dare approach such a terrifying presence.

”Time is almost up. It’s time to get back to the cell. If you don’t want to get hit by the electric shock gun, stop talking nonsense,” Pangolin said.

Liu Chao shivered, quickly picking up his pace.

In Purgatory, the time allowed for activities each day was limited; once time ran out, all inmates would obediently return to their cells. Failure to do so would result in suffering.

Therefore, all inmates swiftly returned to their cells when the time was up; no one dared to break such strict rules, which was unimaginable in a place like Purgatory.

When Pangolin first entered Purgatory, he mistook it for a well-trained military unit, amazed at how obedient everyone was.

But as time passed, Pangolin understood the mentality of these inmates; they couldn’t resist the pressure Purgatory exerted, so they had no choice but to comply with its commands.

No one wanted to go to that pitch-dark solitary confinement, nor did anyone want to be struck by electric shock guns.

The space in the cells was particularly confined; Purgatory designed it to prevent conflicts among inmates, with each individual having their own cell, consisting only of a wooden bed and a toilet, the equipment was very simple.

Returning to his cell, Liu Chao sat in the corner, appearing as if in contemplation.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing white scars all over his arms.

Purgatory was a place where it was easy to lose track of time due to the absence of daylight. Thus, it was impossible to discern whether it was day or night outside the prison, so Pangolin calculated time in this way: once the cell door opened, it marked the passage of one day.

By counting the scars on his arm, Pangolin realized about half a year had passed, yet he had still discovered nothing, showing no signs of any progress.

Zone A was unreachable for Pangolin; hence, finding out whether Ye Qingtian was there seemed like an impossible dream.