Jiang Chen killed one of the prisoners.
His expression didn't change.
However, Scar and his men were astonished.
Scar, in particular, was not only astonished—a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Good, kid. You dare kill my man? You must have a death wish."
As he spoke, Scar strode forward, his entire being exuding the aura of a Martial Master Ninth Heaven, his presence overwhelmingly oppressive.
The guards outside all shot to their feet.
They stared in horror, shocked that Jiang Chen had actually killed someone in the Death Prison.
"This kid is so arrogant."
"Killing someone the moment he arrives... Even though everyone here is on death row, it's not his place to kill them as he pleases."
"Don't interfere. Let Scar teach this kid a lesson."
The guards appeared outside the cell, but they had no intention of stopping the farce. Instead, they watched with great interest, ready for the show.
Jiang Chen watched Scar approach.
That powerful aura made his expression turn grave.
