Chapter 78: Dragon Head Flying Warehouse Web

  At the end of the Qing dynasty, Guo Yunshen practiced Xingyiquan's Five Elements Bomb Fist in prison. Since his hands and feet were both shackled, he could only take half a step when punching, thus creating the famous Half-Step Bomb Fist. Nowadays, Zhang moves with small steps, but still has great power and momentum, overwhelming his opponents.

  However, his current movement uses the heart-intention method of moving body, which seems simple but actually contains profound mysteries. At the same time, he coordinated with the advancing army to chop and punch, charging towards the other four people.

  "Pffft!" A few muffled sounds, and the remaining people couldn't even see his shadow before they were punched flying, falling to the ground with a hum, unable to move.

  He looked down at the five people on the ground and said coldly, "Even if you want to eat the killing stick, you must have the ability to do so."

  The noise inside startled the guards outside, and several prison guards rushed in. They were not surprised by what they saw, as if they had encountered such things often. One of them, a dark-faced man in his fifties, walked over and stared at Zhang Jun: "You little brat, you've got some guts, but I don't know how many days you can last."

  Zhang Jun raised an eyebrow and said, "What do you mean by this?"

  The man with the black face said, "Originally you were just a defendant in No. 4 Prison, and you were on bail, so logically you shouldn't be locked up with those old prisoners. But since you dared to beat up the prison guard and are too dangerous yourself, we can only send you in."

  Zhang Jun sneered and said, "Whatever, I'd like to see how many true dragons this Fourth Prison can hold."

  "Good, you're a real man!" The dark-faced man gave a thumbs up. "Hope you make it out alive."

  He finished speaking and turned around, ordering: "Take him to the main courtyard."

  This is indeed a "big yard", a huge courtyard with rows of houses built inside. In addition, there are gardens, bathhouses, and even basketball courts and movie theaters.

  If someone were to come here, they would probably think that this is a small town with good infrastructure. However, the people living here are not ordinary residents, but extremely dangerous prisoners.

  Zhang Junxian first walked through a 100-meter-long tunnel, passing through twelve iron railings inside, and then passed through a half-inch-thick steel plate door to enter the "big yard".

  After entering the big yard, he thought he had come to the wrong place. The interior of No. 4 Prison was actually like this?

  He saw that in the distance, there were over a dozen people moving about. Among them were old and young people, diligently wielding hoes to till a patch of vegetable land. Some were carrying water basins to water the plants. These people seemed to have noticed Zhang Jun's arrival as a newcomer, but they didn't show any reaction, each continuing with their own tasks.

  Looking around, the outer perimeter of the courtyard is a circle of walls over 20 meters high, with an unusually smooth surface. On top of the high wall, there is a watchtower every ten meters, where armed prison guards are on duty. Moreover, the high wall is also equipped with dense high-voltage electric mesh.

  He was secretly shocked, being locked up in this place, it's simply impossible to fly out of here, don't even think about escaping.

  After a moment of observation, the loudspeaker on the utility pole next to him spoke up: "Prisoner Zhang Jun, your code number is 4137. Cell 313 will be where you live from now on."

  As he finished speaking, a red dot appeared at his feet and moved forward. He looked up to see that a prison guard in the watchtower was using a sniper rifle's laser sight to guide him. He silently followed the red dot on the ground as it led him to a row of houses.

  In front of him was a door with the number 313 written on it, which was obviously his cell. Just as he was about to push the door open, a man in his thirties or forties walked by, with a shaved head and wolf-like eyes that seemed blood-red, making people's hearts skip a beat.

  "Newbie, Dragon Head wants to see you." Baldy said, his voice icy cold.

  "Who is the leader?"

  Baldy said: "The Dragon Head is a god in the big yard, holding the power of life and death. With just one word from him, you'll be dead."

  Zhang Jun nodded: "I'll go."

  Bald-headed leading the way, two people walked along the long prison cell, all the way to 001 prison cell. The door was open, and a dozen or so people were scattered on both sides, each with a cold gaze, looking at Zhang Jun like they were looking at a dead man, without saying a word.

  "Baldy said: 'You can go in now, Dragon Head is inside.'"

  Zhang Jun was about to step forward when a middle-aged prisoner less than a meter away from him suddenly moved. A cold light flashed, and he held an iron spike in his hand, fiercely stabbing Zhang Jun's lower back. This move was ruthless, fast, and accurate, just like a well-trained killer.

  Zhang Jun's handcuffs had all been removed, so as soon as he moved his body, he dodged to the side and then punched out. This strike was simple and direct, swift as lightning, precisely the advanced blocking hammer evolved from Taiji Hammer style.

  The person who launched the sneak attack didn't react slowly either. When the first strike missed, he immediately retreated and stood ten meters away, coldly staring at him.

  Zhang Jun let out a cold snort and stepped across the threshold, he had somewhat understood that the person from earlier was testing him. If he couldn't dodge the sneak attack, he would naturally be dead, without even having the qualifications to enter the door.

  After entering, I saw a giant with a height of over two meters, his muscles were bulging, and his eyes were like bronze bells, blocking my way.

  Zhang Jun let out a sigh, knowing that this was probably another test. He assumed the stance of the True Wu Mother Fist, preparing for battle. Just then, a distant voice sighed and an old, robust voice said: "Big lummox, since he has the True Wu stance, you can't beat him. Let him come over."

  The big man turned sideways, and Zhang Jian saw the scene behind him. On a wooden bed, an old man of at least sixty years old was sitting, with white hair, but his eyes were very bright and spirited.

  On either side of the old man, more than ten people stood in two rows. There were elderly and middle-aged people, all with different appearances. They all lowered their heads, looking at each other's noses and hearts.

  "Come here, young man." The old man spoke up.

  As soon as this was said, the people on both sides were shocked. The Dragon Head hadn't seen a new face in many years, so why did he notice this young man today? Was it just because his kung fu was good?

  Zhang walked slowly, and with each step, he felt a strong pressure that made him breathless. The aura was emanating from the old man's body.

  But his pace quickened as he approached the elderly man within five meters, and a loud voice from an old man on the left shouted: "You've seen the Dragon Head, why don't you kneel down?"

  The other party's voice was like a fierce gust of wind, causing Zhang Jun's eardrums to ache. He couldn't help but look over and discovered that the old man's vital energy had reached an unimaginable level.

  "This old man's cultivation is probably at the peak of transforming his energy? I am absolutely no match for him." he thought to himself.

  Facing the old man's scolding, he remained calm and said: "Sorry, I only kneel to Heaven, Earth, and my parents."

  The old man's eyes flashed with a cold glint, as if he was about to take action. At this time, the old man on the wooden bed said: "Old Hu, wait for me to ask him a few questions."

  The old man lowered his head again and didn't look at Zhang Jun anymore. The dragon's eyes sparkled as it stared at him, asking: "I see that you have a unique aura about you, young man, what kind of person are you?"