Spy-x-War Showdown-Chapter 65 - 64 Showing One’s Claws

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65 -64: Showing One’s Claws

The most powerful prisoners always showered first, because as time passed, the hot water supply would become unstable, even occasionally turning to cold water.

Yang Yi truly wanted to have a good shower, and seeing even the lowest-ranking inmates beginning to enter the bathroom, the urge to bathe finally overtook his fear.

Yang Yi sneaked into the bathroom.

Most people’s gazes were normal, with only a few sparing Yang Yi a glance.

However, there were indeed a few who kept staring at him; these people were showering last precisely because of their unique inclinations.

Furious about being watched, Yang Yi glared back fiercely and, unable to keep a low profile, he had no choice but to make the extremely provoking gesture of drawing a finger across his throat.

Considering his reputation for incapacitating someone’s eye, Yang Yi’s threat had some effect, but it was impossible to stop all prying eyes completely.

Yang Yi had to make it quick.

The water was already cold, barely lukewarm, but for Yang Yi, this was a rare treat.

Even while bathing, Yang Yi didn’t let his guard down.

He dared not close his eyes, and it wasn’t long before he saw four or five black men suddenly storm in through the bathroom door, with the Boxing King among them.

This was bad—Boxing King had been waiting for him here after all.

Yang Yi’s mind went blank for a moment, but he immediately took to his heels.

The showerheads were arranged in a ring around each column, dividing the bathroom into many small areas, but there was only one entrance.

As Yang Yi ran, the Boxing King spread out with his men to surround Yang Yi from all directions.

Escape was simply impossible for Yang Yi.

“Get out of the way!”

It was certainly not true to say that he wasn’t panicking, but Yang Yi really had no other options at this point.

“Catch him!”

“Get him, get him!

Catch him!”

Whistles and shouts immediately erupted—not from the Boxing King’s men.

It must be said that the athletic genes of black people are strong; with nowhere to run, Yang Yi was quickly chased down from behind by a black man.

At that moment, Yang Yi couldn’t afford to hold back; he wanted to kill anyone who got close to him.

Someone grabbed Yang Yi around the waist.

He immediately tried to gouge at his attacker’s eyes, but the black man simply bowed his head, causing Yang Yi’s hand to scrape across the man’s scalp instead.

Yang Yi’s right hand formed a fist and slammed down viciously onto the back of the black man’s head.

Very few could withstand a blow to the back of the head.

The black man holding Yang Yi lost strength in his arms, collapsed limply to the floor, and Yang Yi avoided being tackled at the waist.

However, he was now in an even worse predicament.

A burly man on each side seized Yang Yi’s arms, and he was hoisted up immediately.

Sometimes, resistance is indeed futile.

Yang Yi’s legs kicked wildly in midair as he used all his strength to struggle, but he couldn’t break free from their grip.

“Kid, you’re in trouble now!”

The Boxing King threw off the towel wrapped around his waist and sneered, “Turn him around, press him against the wall.

Kid, it’s time for you to learn a lesson!”

Yang Yi struggled desperately, but he realized he couldn’t break free.

All of a sudden, Yang Yi stopped struggling just as he was about to be turned around.

With a look of surprise, he turned his head and shouted loudly, “Officer!

Save me!”

His plea, combined with the believable expression of being miraculously saved, caused the Boxing King to hesitantly turn around and look behind.

The hands on Yang Yi didn’t loosen, but Yang Yi saw his chance.

Yang Yi kicked desperately forward, and fortune was on his side—his toes just managed to reach their target.

The Boxing King shouldn’t have been so close to Yang Yi—before Yang Yi was turned around.

With a horrific cry that seemed to shake the heavens, the Boxing King clutched at his groin, squeezing his legs together, his eyes bulging as if they were about to explode.

The agonized howl of the Boxing King finally caused the two men holding Yang Yi to lose focus, and the strength in their grasp immediately lessened.

Yang Yi couldn’t free his arms, but he managed to twist his body slightly.

The two black men holding Yang Yi were both quite large, and they were all facing the same direction, so Yang Yi didn’t have much chance to attack them.

However, as their attention drifted to their boss who was severely hurt, Yang Yi saw his opportunity.

With a forceful leap, Yang Yi’s right leg suddenly hooked backward in a move; the two men holding him seemed like his supports.

Yang Yi had initially wanted to kick backward with both legs, but he worried he wouldn’t jump high enough, so he only hooked back one leg.

Fortunately, Yang Yi hit his target again, and the grip on his right arm by the man holding him loosened immediately.

The hold loosened, but he hadn’t let go.

Yang Yi could choose to pull free his arm to strike the man on his left, but it might be too late by then.

In desperate situations, people can burst forth with ferocity.

Yang Yi didn’t try to free his arm; he had planned his next move during the pretense of the guards coming in.

Many people don’t think too much in such moments because there simply isn’t time for good ideas to form, but Yang Yi was different—he could maintain a clear mind even in the most critical moments.

As for whether the plan was feasible, that was something to be determined after trying it.

Yang Yi used his head to strike the man on his left, but after a moment of shock, the man holding his left arm instinctively used more force and also twisted his head to avoid the blow aimed at him by Yang Yi.

Yang Yi had intended to strike the man’s nose, but his plan failed.

He hit the face of the black man on his left, which barely had any effect, and the men holding him tightened their grip to bring him to the ground.

Yang Yi’s right hand was free, but he didn’t have time to use it to attack.

This was true hand-to-hand combat; at this point, there were no plans left, every move was instinctual.

Yang Yi opened his mouth and bit fiercely; having freed the right side of his body, he managed to turn and naturally bit into the neck of the black man on his left.

His teeth seemingly met no resistance, and a foul liquid immediately filled his mouth.

The black man who had been holding him let out a wail and tried to push Yang Yi away with greater force, giving Yang Yi his freedom at last.

Yang Yi turned and ran, but the last man standing from Boxing King’s crew immediately blocked his path, fists raised to strike.

“Ptui!”

Jumping up, Yang Yi’s right knee, propelled by the force of his leap, slammed viciously into the enemy’s stomach.

Another one went down, and while the black man Yang Yi had earlier hit in the back of the head was slowly getting up, Yang Yi quickly passed by him and, without hesitation, landed another punch to the back of the man’s head, knocking him down with a thud as he rushed past.

Yang Yi burst out of the bathroom, pushing open the large doors, only to come face to face with two of Boxing King’s men.

The two black men, seeing Yang Yi run out from the bathroom, seemed unable to believe their eyes, standing frozen in place.

The two men stood at the doorway, blocking Yang Yi’s escape.

Yang Yi instinctively stopped, then immediately raised both hands, baring his bloodied teeth at the still-shocked men.

“Ah!”

Yang Yi’s mouth, chin, and chest were all covered in blood.

Even his teeth were stained red with blood.

Yang Yi’s hands were not clenched into fists but splayed open; it was a purely instinctive action, a literal embodiment of baring one’s teeth and claws.

One of the men collapsed to the ground with a thud, his legs giving out beneath him.

The other, after letting out a terrified scream, turned and ran, only to crash into the lockers after a few steps, falling to the ground.

He then immediately scrambled up and continued running away.

Now, there was no one left to block Yang Yi’s path.