Two Realms: From Glass Beads to Divine Skills, Invincible

Chapter 50: Even prison guards get electrocuted.

"Shit, no, they're lying." The three black men panicked and hurriedly tried to explain.

Unfortunately.

The idea of ​​using a towel as a whip to break leg bones was utterly absurd to the prison guards, who simply didn't believe it.

"Your lies in an attempt to evade charges only exacerbate your mistakes."

The prison guard, his face grim, snapped, "Go to the infirmary, get yourself treated, and then you'll each be put in solitary confinement for three days."

After saying that, the two prison guards turned and left.

"No!"

The three black men who witnessed this scene showed a look of fear on their faces.

There was fear of the solitary confinement room, and also fear of Bai Chen, especially when they felt that sharp gaze looking at them, they couldn't help but tremble.

Thump~

The three knelt in a row again, their lips moving as they looked at Bai Chen who was approaching, pleading for mercy:

"Spare us, Grandpa, we know we were wrong."

"Mr. Bai, a towel!"

Robert, who was standing nearby, quickly picked up the towel that had been lying on the side and respectfully handed it to Bai Chen.

Bai Chen took the wet towel and slowly walked over.

Each step felt like a blow to the hearts of the three old men, making their bodies tremble like winnowing baskets.

"Great, they've even learned to tattle."

Bai Chen sneered, flicked his right hand holding the towel, and lashed it down on the back of the first black man.

slap~

The towel transformed into a tough whip, emitting a terrifying sonic boom, directly ripping open the old black man's back.

"Ahhh..." The old black man couldn't keep his kneeling position and lay on the ground writhing in pain.

"Anyway, you're going to the infirmary soon, so it won't matter if you get a few more injuries or break a few more bones."

To the three black men, Bai Chen's voice sounded like the whisper of a demon, so terrifying.

Snap! Snap!

Two more lashes followed, striking two more Black men, leaving two gaping wounds on their skin.

A heart-wrenching wail echoed throughout the bathroom.

"Mr. Bai, this commotion is too loud; the prison guards might come back soon."

Robert, standing nearby, whispered a reminder, his tone very respectful.

If he used to regard Bai Chen merely as a generous customer, now he genuinely reveres Bai Chen.

No matter where you are, the strong are respected.

This is true on the Martial Continent, and even more so on Earth; it is the nature of living beings.

"Alright, then give him a few more lashes!"

In response to Robert's reminder, Bai Chen nodded slightly, but quickened his pace.

smoke!

Snap... Snap snap...

Each tug of the towel left bloodstains on Lao Hei's body, causing the three Lao Hei to writhe on the ground in pain and scream desperately.

The three black men tried to escape, but as soon as they took a step toward the door, they were struck by a towel, thrown heavily to the ground, and then met with even more intense whipping.

In the bathroom, the other prisoners turned their heads away at the sight, unable to look directly at it.

The presence of several prisoners with similarly dark skin creates an immersive experience.

This scene awakened memories buried deep in their genes of working in cotton fields.

I don't know how much time has passed.

There wasn't a single patch of intact skin left on the three old black men.

They lay listlessly on the ground, their pupils even slightly dilated, exuding an aura of death.

at last.

Bai Chen stopped what he was doing.

It wasn't that he felt pity and intended to let the black men go, but rather that he heard two footsteps approaching quickly from outside the bathroom.

It's obvious that the two prison guards must have heard the commotion again and returned to check the situation.

pat~

Bai Chen casually tossed the towel next to the three black men, then returned to the showerhead and started lathering himself up.

He had gotten some blood on himself from fighting those black men, which made him feel nauseous.

now.

The other prisoners in the bathroom, including Robert, stood silently in place, none of them daring to move or utter a word.

Only Bai Chen's showering sound and the three old black men's weak wails and sobs remained in the bathroom.

A few seconds later.

The two prison guards from before went into the bathroom.

"Fuck, I told you guys not to cause me any trouble..."

Before the prison guard could finish speaking, he seemed to be blocked by something, staring blankly at the scene before him.

Three black men covered in blood, groaning in pain.

A towel soaked in blood, and a room full of motionless prisoners, all staring at you.

There was also a Chinese person washing himself.

This bizarre scene sent chills down the spines of the two prison guards, who instinctively took off the stun guns from their waists.

"What...what's going on?" one of the prison guards asked, his eyes scanning the room.

"hehe!"

A soft chuckle rang out, and Bai Chen, who was scrubbing himself in the bathhouse, said casually:

"After you left, those three started killing each other again."

As he spoke, Bai Chen glanced at the three old men on the ground and asked in a low voice:

"Hey guys, don't you think so?"

Upon hearing Bai Chen's voice, the three black men trembled as if they had heard a demonic incantation, and then hurriedly whimpered and cried out:

"Yes, yes, we're fighting ourselves."

Seeing this scene.

The two prison guards kept scanning back and forth between Bai Chen and the three black men.

At this moment, they understood perfectly well that the bizarre scene before them was the work of this Chinese man who was taking a shower.

It must be this Chinese man in front of me who beat these three black men up like this.

What's even more despicable is that they threw a blood-stained towel next to them, deliberately trying to mislead people.

"Hey, you're the one causing all this trouble, aren't you?"

One of the prison guards pointed an electric baton at Bai Chen, who was scrubbing himself in the bath, and questioned him sternly.

"Fuck, no matter who you are outside, you'd better behave yourself here. You've gotten yourself into big trouble."

Another prison guard, cursing and swearing, saw Bai Chen continuing to shower as if nothing had happened and became even angrier, shouting:

"Are you deaf? You son of a bitch!"

Son of a bitch?

Bai Chen paused slightly, his eyes turning cold.

He hung the towel on the wall and walked toward the prison guard who had spoken.

If it were a group of police officers armed with automatic firearms, he might be a little more wary.

But in his eyes, this prison guard with a police stun baton was no different from an ant.

"Fuck, your eyes are really bothering me. Go to hell."

The prison guard pressed the switch on the stun gun and stabbed Bai Chen.

Just when he thought Bai Chen would tremble and convulse under his electric baton like an ordinary prisoner, and finally beg for mercy.

next moment.

The prison guards discovered that their stun guns had disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, an intense electric current surged through him, causing his body to spasm and convulse instantly.

"Tsk tsk, this stun gun is pretty useful."