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The Final Massacre
Author: Ravennor
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The previously pitch-black dining room floor had now turned into a sea of red. Fresh blood pooled in several parts, creating a horrific scene that looked more like a human slaughterhouse than a dining room.

A foul odor filled the air, mixed with the groans and groans of pain from the fallen prisoners.

Rick stood in the middle of it, the iron bar in his hand already covered in blood. His breathing was steady, his eyes still burning with anger and cold joy.

Hundreds of people were lying on the floor, helpless. Some of them writhed with their bodies covered in wounds, while others had even lost consciousness. The brutal blows from Rick's iron bar had paralyzed them all.

Of Bruno's total troops, almost half had fallen. But there was still half left.

Rick swept his gaze across the room. The dining room was about 300 square meters in size, large enough to move freely without much hindrance. The perfect space to fight without restrictions.

The waves of attacks continued to come. The
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  • The Final Massacre

    The previously pitch-black dining room floor had now turned into a sea of red. Fresh blood pooled in several parts, creating a horrific scene that looked more like a human slaughterhouse than a dining room. A foul odor filled the air, mixed with the groans and groans of pain from the fallen prisoners. Rick stood in the middle of it, the iron bar in his hand already covered in blood. His breathing was steady, his eyes still burning with anger and cold joy. Hundreds of people were lying on the floor, helpless. Some of them writhed with their bodies covered in wounds, while others had even lost consciousness. The brutal blows from Rick's iron bar had paralyzed them all. Of Bruno's total troops, almost half had fallen. But there was still half left. Rick swept his gaze across the room. The dining room was about 300 square meters in size, large enough to move freely without much hindrance. The perfect space to fight without restrictions. The waves of attacks continued to come. The

  • This Is My Party Stage

    Three inmates strode quickly towards Rick, their gazes full of hatred and unconcealed killing intent. Meanwhile, the other inmates remained where they were, but their hands began to move, pulling sharp weapons, iron bars, and other dangerous objects from under their clothes and under the table.Meanwhile, the other inmates remain seated in their places, but their eyes stare intently, observing every movement. Some began to reach under their shirts or slip their hands under tables, pulling out sharp weapons, iron rods, or anything else that could be used to end someone's life. There was no longer any desire to hide their intentions.Rick stood up slowly from his chair, his face remained calm, without the slightest sign of panic. The first move came from a burly man with a rusty iron rod in his hand. With a roar of rage, the man swung his weapon straight at Rick's head, hoping to crush his skull in one blow.However, Rick only tilted his body slightly, dodging with ease. There was no e

  • Who Is The Real Hunter

    The atmosphere in the prison dining room is always tense. The bland smell of food mixed with the sweat of the inmates created a suffocating atmosphere. For Rick, this place was not just a dining hall, but also a psychological battlefield where power and hierarchy were determined. However, today, everything felt much different, not in a positive sense, but actually many times worse. Normally, the tension in this place is enough to make anyone who newcomers would feel intimidated. However, this time, the murderous air that enveloped the room was so thick that it felt like it could be cut with a knife. Rick could feel it clearly. From the cold stares that were thrown at him, from the way some people's breathing was a little heavier, from the small movements that seemed ordinary, but full of hidden intentions.The hundreds of inmates sitting quietly at their tables were actually harbouring murderous intent. Rick was not surprised; this was somethin

  • Bruno's plan and Rick's plan

    An uproar engulfed every corner of Ironclad prison. Rumours about Bruno and his battered men spread as quickly as a fire consuming dry straw. However, one thing the prisoners were curious about was, who would have the courage and capability to do such a thing?There were no witnesses who could confirm who the culprit was. There were only whispers full of speculation among the inmates."Bruno was beaten? How is that possible!" One of the inmates exclaimed in disbelief."There were twenty of his men, there's no way he could have been beaten like that!" another inmate exclaimed in a panicked tone."Could there be another group trying to challenge his power?" someone added suspiciously.Who is crazy enough to kick Bruno's arse? Is there a new group secretly eyeing the throne in this prison? Or had the guards finally started to make their move?The questions kept swirling in the minds of the inmates, but no one had a definitive answer.Bruno wasn't just a ruler, he was a monster inside Iro

  • Realising revenge

    Rick stood tall, the long iron rod still clutched tightly in his hand. His gaze was sharp, full of confidence, as if he was the sole owner of control in the room. Some of Bruno's men, who had been impatiently waiting for orders, finally darted forward with shouts full of emotion. They ran like Spartan warriors, carrying their respective iron bars, ready to finish Rick off with one blow. Meanwhile, Bruno only smiled faintly from behind, confident that Rick would be destroyed in seconds. But Rick, undaunted, stood his ground. "Come on," Rick muttered softly, grinning. "You think your numbers can scare me?"The first two men who led the charge swung their iron rods almost simultaneously. The swings were fast, powerful, and aimed right at the vital points of Rick's body. However, Rick's eyes that had been strengthened with the Enhanced Vision ability could capture every detail of the movement clearly. He could read the direction of the attack trajectory even before the iron bar got c

  • Slaughter Preparation

    After several hours of non-stop work, Rick finally paused to catch his breath. Sweat soaked his face and clothes that were already dirty with dust and metal rust.All his work was also almost done, but as usual, most of the work was his own effort. Bruno and his men only pretended to be busy, mostly chatting while hurling insults at him. "Hey, Rick! You're like a tireless milk cow, huh," taunted one of Bruno's men. "When did you realise that you're just a slave here?""Hahaha! "Loud laughter filled the room. Rick continued to ignore it. He straightened his back and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his gaze straight ahead, acting as if nothing had happened. But in his heart, the embers of anger continued to burn.Loud laughter filled the room. Rick continued to ignore it. He straightened his back and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his gaze straight ahead, acting as if nothing had happened. But in his heart, the embers of anger continued to burn. Bruno, who was still sitting le

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