The first genius of American manga

Soon, a large table of dishes was placed on the long table in the large dining hall, more than thirty plates in total.

And most of them are meat and vegetables, which is definitely a huge shock to the suspects in the detention center.

Just imagine, a single man who has just lost his love goes to a bar and wants to drink away his sorrows. In the booth next to him, there is a man hugging him from one side to the other. He is being chased by many women, some of whom are pregnant. What about the single man?

Can the feeling be better?

As a result, as soon as the food was served, someone came over to cause trouble.

A blue-skinned Cree came over and reached out to grab the roasted whole lamb. Wang Khan picked up a vinegar peanut and flicked it on his wrist.

"Did you ask for the price? Just reach out and take it. You are so rude!"

"I never ask the price when eating. I just want to eat this meal today. Not only I want to eat it, but all the brothers have not eaten meat for a long time. Everyone wants to eat it."

There were several people around who responded immediately. Wang Khan grabbed a leg of lamb and gnawed on it while talking.

"Whether you eat meat or not is none of my business. Just stay away from me and don't spit on the food, otherwise I'll just throw it into the trash can."

"You are looking for a beating!"

As soon as the Cree man finished speaking, Wang Khan slapped him down with a big mouth, and then kicked him five or six meters away.

"You didn't hear what I just said, get away!"

Wang Khan sat back on the chair with a golden sword, and attacked with both hands, and a gust of wind swept through the remaining clouds.

The Cree man from before rubbed his belly and stood up, and suddenly roared. The blood vessels in his body expanded violently, speeding up the blood flow, doubling the oxygen supply to the heart, and greatly improving his physical fitness.

"Let's go together, whoever gets it gets it!"

When he shouted, more than a dozen people immediately responded and rushed towards Wang Khan together.

The two sides started fighting immediately, and other prisoners saw this and started to take action. In their opinion, although Wang Khan seemed not to be trifled with, there was absolutely no problem if so many people started fighting together. A group of people would fight one person.

It's their favorite thing to do.

The alarm sounded, and the prison guards realized something was wrong and immediately gathered from all directions.

The leader was the one who carried away the elephant before. After hearing the cause and effect, he immediately snorted in displeasure.

"The boy Roman caught here is really not a light-hearted person. He has caused so much trouble in just a short time since he arrived. Let's walk slowly and teach that boy a lesson to prevent him from getting too arrogant."

After saying that, the prison guard snorted disdainfully.

"Do you think that being a gladiator means you are good at fighting? Fighting in prison is not as good as in the ring. They use all kinds of dirty tricks. I think our gladiator star's career has come to an end."

All the prison guards laughed. Although public officials like Shandar enjoyed tax-free privileges, they could also live in a prosperous city for free.

Logically speaking, the benefits are quite good, but it is precisely because of these benefits that the people they usually come into contact with are wealthy people. As the saying goes, you are not afraid of making less, but you are afraid of having rich people around you.

Every day they see rich people driving luxury cars around them, and their girlfriends change as frequently as clothes, and their mentality has long been out of balance.

It's okay if they don't have the chance. If they meet a rich person and enter the detention center, they will definitely find ways to knock them off or give them a try to balance their mentality.

Wang Khan is both a wealthy person and an alien immigrant. He is like a child walking on the street carrying a box of money. If you don't grab it, you will be sorry for yourself!

Instinctively, these prison guards were looking forward to bad luck for Wang Khan, so they walked very slowly.

From the time the alarm sounded to the time they walked into the cafeteria, which was half a minute, they spent a full two minutes.

When the door of the cafeteria was opened and the prison guards were about to shout for everyone to stop, they found that the entire cafeteria was very quiet, with only one voice echoing.

Taking a closer look, it was Wang Khan eating, and the sound of his eating was echoing throughout the canteen.

The staff member hiding behind the railing stood up tremblingly, and the prison guard hurried over to ask what was going on.

"It was him. He defeated these all by himself. This guy is a monster. Whether it is his arms or thighs, they are as fragile as small sticks in his hands!"

As the staff narrated in horror, the prison guards discovered that all the suspects who were knocked to the ground had their limbs twisted, and the bones of their arms and thighs were broken.

What frightened them the most was that none of the people whose limbs were broken died.

The opponent was seriously injured but no one was killed. The most frightening thing was that it was still one against a hundred. This kind of thing was beyond the common sense of the prison guards, so that for dozens of seconds, no one spoke.

"You prison guards have worked hard. You have to guard these violent elements every day. It's really tiring. You are lucky. You met me and I helped you discipline them. You don't need to thank me. Who makes me the **?"

"Take him away!"

A group of prison guards immediately pointed their weapons at Wang Khan. Wang Khan picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth without resisting. He was put on magnetic handcuffs and leg cuffs and escorted away by more than a dozen prison guards.

An hour later, Roman learned what happened in the detention center, which shocked him.

"One man maimed hundreds of suspects? Is he crazy? How is he doing now? Is he put in an isolation cell? Okay, I understand. If you have any information, remember to inform me. Hang up."

Roman hung up the communicator with an ugly expression. The four cronies had already figured out a general idea, but they still asked.

"That guy Wang Khan deliberately used food to stimulate those suspects, and then took the opportunity to cause trouble."

"On purpose?"

Roman slapped the table.

"Of course he did it on purpose. Who would eat a big meal in front of a criminal? Isn't this deliberately provoking trouble? He must be venting his anger! Yes, that's definitely the case!"

"Boss, shall we interrogate him tomorrow?"

"Huh, why don't you go to trial? He thinks venting his anger will calm down his anger? He's so naive. Now he has been put in an isolation cell. That kind of isolation cell is only one square meter wide, and a person can't even lie flat in it. And

There is no light from all sides, and when the door is closed, you can't see your fingers. People in that environment will be under tremendous psychological pressure, and those with fragile consciousness may even go crazy."

Roman sneered.

"If you're locked up in a place like that for a day, when we interrogate him tomorrow, he might even be grateful to us. Then he might even take the initiative to take money to relieve the trouble, without us even having to ask."

"Boss Yingming, Wang Khan is shooting himself in the foot. Come on, drink, waiter, bring another box of wine!"

At this time, a hooded man came over with only a bottle of wine in the tray.

"Are you deaf? I asked for a box of wine, why did you bring a bottle? And what kind of wine is this?"

Roman's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he quickly gave his subordinate a hand.

"Okay, put it here and you can go out."

The hooded man didn't say anything, put down his drink and left. Seeing this, Roman quickly ran over and locked the door.

"What's wrong, boss? There's something wrong with this wine?"

"Hey, there's no problem with the wine. That guy must have remembered the private room number wrongly and brought someone else's Dreamland to us."

"Dream? Is this the dream wine? A bottle costs five to six thousand. I have never drunk it."

Drinks in dreams are a luxury product far higher than cigarettes, equivalent to the best red wine, and are fatally attractive to those addicted to drugs.

Not one of his men could care about Roman anymore, he immediately opened the wine bottle, poured himself a glass, and took a big sip.

"Fuck, look at how promising you are, isn't it just Dream Wine? Once we get rid of Wang Khan, we can drink it in boxes without any problem."

Even so, Roman still grabbed the bottle and poured himself a glass.

But just when he was about to drink, a scream rang out. The kid who had just grabbed the drink covered his neck with his hands and rolled to the ground in pain. His eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and any place with holes in his body were bleeding.

Roman and others' hair stood on end when they saw it, and they stood up in horror.