After a moment, the chubby middle-aged man beside him, who was holding his leg wound, came to his senses and cursed, "You useless fools! Go on, cripple him and see how he can fight back!"
"Boss," the figure holding his abdomen hesitated and said, "This kid is too strong. He doesn't seem like an ordinary commoner. How about starving him for a few days first? We can cripple him when he runs out of strength."
The chubby middle-aged man was so angry that his eyes rolled. He cursed furiously, "Useless! Useless!" Although he was scolding, he didn't force the others to attack Dudian again. The latter's resistance just now had really startled him. Usually, a person who had just been pierced with steel nails, no matter how unruly they were before, would become as weak as a dead dog and have no ability to resist. But this kid was very strange. He clearly didn't have the strength to stand up when he was lying on the ground before, yet later when he resisted, he was even more crazy and intense than others.
Moreover, the chubby middle-aged man had already experienced Dudian's strength. He couldn't help but think that if it weren't for the steel nails piercing him, he might not even be a match for this kid in a direct fight.
"Don't let him catch his breath. This kid was probably a hunter or a knight before," the chubby middle-aged man, although having a fleshy face, was quite perceptive. He said coldly, "Attack him in shifts for 24 hours. Don't let him close his eyes. I don't believe I can't break him. A newbie wants to cause trouble? I spit on that!"
"Fatty, stop it!" A voice came from a nearby prison cell. A burly young man said in a deep voice, "This kid has good potential. I want him."
The chubby middle-aged man's face darkened. "Black Scar, it's not that I'm not giving you face. I've already offended this kid. If I let him have an easy life in the future, I won't have an easy life either. I must cripple him!"
"I promise you that he won't provoke you in the future," the burly young man frowned and said.
The chubby middle-aged man sneered. "When he recovers from his injuries and comes to take revenge on me, you might not be able to stop him. There's no room for discussion on this matter. You don't need to say anything more. I don't want to fall out with you."
The burly young man's face was gloomy. He gave the chubby middle-aged man a deep look and said nothing more.
"What are you still standing there for? I said, don't give him a chance to catch his breath!" The chubby middle-aged man turned around and roared angrily.
The others hesitated for a moment but still stepped forward and made a show of pouncing, intimidating Dudian and making his whole body tense up.
Dudian gasped for breath. Looking at the figures constantly swaying in front of him, the previous torture on the torture rack and the massive blood loss from his body made his vision blurry. He raised his hand and made an attacking gesture while trying to regain his strength.
One of them, a thin and young man, was quite clever. He saw that Dudian was just putting on a useless show. After several deliberately fake pouncing gestures in a row, he suddenly kicked out.
Dudian was caught off guard and was immediately kicked in the arm, falling to the ground.
When the others saw this, they became bolder. They kept making feint attacks and occasionally launched sudden attacks during the feints.
Soon, Dudian was covered in bruises and injuries all over his body.
The thin young man feinted several times back and forth. Suddenly, he attacked again and kicked towards Dudian's neck.
Dudian, who had already given up resistance, suddenly raised his arm and tightly hugged the young man's foot. His face was ferocious, and he raised his other arm and smashed it hard on the young man's knee.
With a crack, the sound of a bone breaking was heard. At the same time, the thin young man let out a pig-like scream and howled in pain.
When the others saw this, they quickly stepped forward to kick and beat Dudian, forcing him to let go.
Dudian didn't hold on stubbornly. He let go and leaned against the prison cage behind him, gasping for breath. He felt that the pain in his shoulder blades on both sides made his nerves twitch, but compared to before, he could barely endure it now. It was like the body's instinct gradually getting used to it.
"Ah, ah, ah..." The thin young man was helped back by the others and sat on the straw mat on the ground, screaming in pain. The leg he had kicked was protruding in the opposite direction, and the blood vessels and nerves inside were obviously damaged.
The chubby middle-aged man's face changed when he saw this. He looked at Dudian with a cold gaze and said in a cold voice, "Good kid, you're quite tenacious."
Dudian stared at him fixedly and didn't say a word.
The others immediately helped the thin young man deal with his leg injury and adjust the broken bone. For a while, no one paid attention to Dudian.
When the people in the other prison cells saw this, they knew that the entertainment program was over, and they felt a bit bored.
"It's so boring."
"The fatty is so useless. He can't even deal with a kid."
"Fatty, if you don't kill this kid, you'll be the one who dies."
"Coming to our Thistle Flower Prison at such a young age, he must be an evil person."
Hearing the words from the other prison cells, the chubby middle-aged man's face was filled with gloom. He didn't expect this new kid to be so difficult to deal with. However, he didn't rush to take action and continued to wait.
A few hours later, two prison guards opened the door, placed a wooden board on the stairs, and rolled down a cart along the board. They pushed the cart into the corridor. One of the young prison guards shouted, "You pieces of trash, it's time to eat."
The chatting and laughing in each prison cell suddenly quieted down.
The other young prison guard picked up the food on the cart and threw it into each prison cell. It was all dark black bread.
"Sir, it seems we're short of one portion here," someone in one of the prison cells said.
The two prison guards, who had been casually throwing out the black bread, looked over. One of them bent down and said, "Short of one portion, huh? Give me the bread in your hand."
The person seemed to realize something and shook his head. "There's no shortage anymore."
"I told you to give it to me. Did you hear me, you fool!" The prison guard suddenly roared.
The person had an ugly expression on his face but still handed the bread in his hand to the guard.
The prison guard picked up the bread, spat twice on it, threw it on the ground outside the prison cell, stepped on it with his toe, and twisted it back and forth, stomping the bread flat. He sneered, "Trash, if you want to eat, pick it up." Then he went back to the cart and continued distributing the black bread to the other prison cells in the corridor.
After a while, the cart came to the prison cell where Dudian was.
One of the prison guards happened to be one of the five who had tortured Dudian before. Seeing Dudian leaning against the prison cage, on the verge of death, he couldn't help but laugh and say, "Kid, are you getting used to living here? Has this fatty made you feel good?" His tone was relaxed, as if he was greeting an old acquaintance.
Dudian lowered his head and didn't say anything.
The other young prison guard beside him looked at Dudian and smiled. "I heard that there's a new kid today who crippled a prison guard as soon as he came and made him unable to go to work. Could it be this little guy?"
The previous young prison guard laughed and said, "Yeah. It's also that unlucky guy, Laws's, own fault for being too stupid. He didn't know to put the steel nails in first and then torture him. Haha, he'll have to lie in bed for half a year now, and his wife will be lonely."
The other young prison guard laughed when he heard this.
Suddenly, the previous young prison guard's eyes lit up. He turned around and shouted, "Does everyone want to watch a performance?"
"Performance?" The people in the other prison cells, who were eating the black bread, looked up when they heard this. Immediately, someone took the lead and shouted, "Yes!"
"Yes!"
The people in the other prison cells didn't fall behind and quickly responded.
Hearing the responses from all the prison cells, the young prison guard had a look of pleasure on his face. He enjoyed the feeling of having everyone respond to his call. He took out two pieces of black bread from the cart and said to Dudian's prison cell, "Let's play a little game. Fatty, you play with this kid. Whoever wins gets to eat. If you lose, you'll have to eat dirt tonight and tomorrow."