Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 237 - 221: Unparalleled Subjugation

After a piercing scream, the burly prisoner clutched his severed arm tightly, stumbling backward.

His voice stammered from pain: "Wh...why? Your stun baton...would...would explode?"

Feng Mu’s gaze was deep and complex, his voice carrying an inexplicable undertone: "Yes, I really want to know, why exactly is that?"

He sighed softly, with a trace of helplessness and depth in his tone:

"If you hadn’t touched my stun baton without permission, maybe in a critical moment, I would have pulled it out myself. Then I might have been the one to lose half an arm from the explosion."

The burly prisoner stared at Feng Mu, regret and remorse hatching like countless snake eggs in his chest, then fervently gnawing at his soul.

He hated it, hated why he had to touch someone else’s things.

Clearly, his mother had taught him this lesson since he was a child!

[Your teachings, like truth stained red by blood, deeply shocked a person’s soul, resulting in a small permanent increase of your inner strength +0.01!]

A line of prompt subtitles flashed across Feng Mu’s retina, and he smiled slightly, revealing a row of neat and white teeth, his tone sincere and profound: 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"So, I should thank you for taking on the pain that was supposed to be mine."

Feng Mu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed forcefully, as if the air trembled with a buzzing sound.

The burly prisoner’s face changed drastically, he opened his mouth to speak, but could only feel an invisible force choking his throat, lifting his whole body off the ground while his limbs struggled in vain.

With a casual flick from Feng Mu, the struggling body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall.

The head collided fiercely with the wall, making a dull thud, and the prisoner immediately stopped moving, sliding softly to the floor, leaving only a blurred dark stain on the wall.

[You’ve once again subdued him incomparably, your strength permanently increased by 0.01!]

Seeing the prompt flashing across his retina, Feng Mu’s eyes lit up.

He truly hadn’t expected that a person could be subdued twice, once concerning reason, and once concerning physics, it was quite scientific.

Feng Mu licked his moist lips, his face becoming more gentle and joyful, his gaze slowly sweeping over the faces of the other prisoners, his tone carrying undeniable seriousness and sincerity:

"I am a person who values fairness. He bore the pain that should have been mine, so to repay him, I also relieved him of his pain. You should be able to understand and agree with my actions, right?"

The prisoners trembled involuntarily, their eyes darting uncertainly around at the floor, the walls, the ceiling, the cremation furnace, and the ink-dark horror scenes filling their vision.

Then, they focused again on the eerie smiling face standing amid the bloodshed, strangely untouched by any blood, looking unusually clean and gentle, whispering softly.

The two conflicting scenes were shockingly integrated, making their skin crawl, the goosebumps on their bodies simply not enough.

"We must have been crazy before, always thinking this new Prison Guard Feng was the kindest in the Second Prison, but actually....."

The group of prisoners, as if with a shared understanding, sounded the alarm wildly in their hearts,

"Prison Guard Feng is actually the scariest one!"

The other prison guards are at most brutal on the surface, while Prison Guard Feng is madness hidden in the marrow.

Wang Jiao struggled to suppress the numbness in his scalp, shivering as he said, "That’s right, Prison Guard Feng, you’re right, we all understand and acknowledge your fairness."

The other prisoners echoed nervously: "Yes, yes, Prison Guard Feng is right."

Feng Mu deliberately waited three seconds, seeing no prompt emerging before his retina, he furrowed his brow slightly, sighing in some sadness:

"You’re lying!"

Feng Mu suddenly raised his arm, and several prisoners immediately fled in panic, but in this cramped space, blocked by several corpses, where was there room on the ground to dodge?

Moreover, the door was locked from the inside.

Thudding impacts followed one after another, dogging Wang Jiao’s steps.

He dared not look back, fearing that a glance would cause his legs to collapse completely.

His adrenaline surged, his blood boiling, the instinct to survive driving him to charge forward madly, only to feel continuous warm liquid falling on his back.

The toothbrush in Wang Jiao’s hand had long since been tossed to the ground, his eyes wide as he yelled hoarsely at Chen Ya, who stood dumbfounded by the door:

"Open the door, open the door, for god’s sake—"

The terrified screams pierced the silence like a blade, echoing in the cold outer corridor beyond the heavy iron door of the incinerator room.

A few prison guards outside, casually feigning effort as they lightly knocked on the door, exchanged glances, their expressions slightly changed, uncertainty flickering in their eyes.

Wang Cong quickly ran over, and upon hearing the horrifying screams from within, his steps faltered slightly.

The sound was unclear due to the heavy iron door blocking it, making the words hard to comprehend, but the pitch so sharp it was almost distorted conveyed the fear and despair within.

"Is it Feng Mu’s voice? It doesn’t quite sound like it, but screams near death often sound distorted, so that’s normal, right?"

Wang Cong hurriedly pushed aside the guards in front, shouting angrily with a flushed face: "What’s going on? Where’s the key?"

A guard replied in a deep voice: "I saw the incinerator room’s door was locked from the inside on the surveillance before realizing something was wrong and rushing over. Feng Mu and some prisoners are locked inside."

After speaking, the guard stepped aside and said: "The prisoners inside seem to have used some method to jam the lock, I even broke a key."

Wang Cong stared wide-eyed, indeed seeing a broken key piece in the lock cylinder, the fractured metal edge gleaming coldly.

Wang Cong let out an angry roar, throwing his entire weight against the iron door, making a loud clanging sound.

The iron door didn’t budge, and Wang Cong was bounced to the ground by the recoil, half his bones going numb.

Despite his act, Wang Cong’s shock was genuine.

Lying on the ground, gasping for air, his mind was full of confusion:

"This cremation room door is overly sturdy, it’s as strong as the outer walls of the prison’s main entrance. Is there really a need? This is just a cremation room, it’s not like corpses are going to crawl out from inside."

Wang Cong got back up with difficulty, gritting his teeth as he repeatedly slammed into the iron door, the loud banging echoing down the corridor.

The other prison guards around him exchanged a look, then silently joined him in ramming the door.

Qin Liang, the forensic doctor, arrived, breathless, watching the heated scene before him as the blood in his veins turned colder.

"Hang in there, Feng Mu, I’m coming to save you," Wang Cong shouted at the top of his lungs through the door, his emotions so intense it would make listeners grieve and onlookers shed tears.

Wang Jiao looked at the door beginning to shake and listened to the chaotic screams outside, the light of hope for escape from this hell shining in his eyes.

The next second, Wang Jiao felt a chill as if falling into an ice-cold abyss.

Because he saw Chen Ya slowly move aside, revealing a lock cylinder in which a long, thin silver needle was precisely inserted like a surgical blade right in the center....