When the fist came down, Lin Feng tilted his head.
He was wronged. Parricide. Twenty years. With just one word from the bank consortium, he changed from an ordinary person to a prisoner. Scrap Iron Cage Prison, where without a prosthetic body, you are a waste, and without a background, you are a prey. The prison bully's industrial robot can bend iron railings with one punch, and cigarettes on the black market are more expensive than gold.
There is an old man in the corner, with a prosthetic body, wearing a prison uniform that has been washed white. He was doing Tai Chi, and his movements were as slow as writing in water. Everyone was hiding, except him.
Lin Feng stared at his hands. The hand drew circles in the air, very slowly, but each circle seemed to draw his life.
"Teach me."
"I don't accept apprentices."
"My father practiced Tai Chi. He taught me 'Ting Jin'. He died before he finished teaching it."
The old man was silent for a long time.
"Stand up."
From then on, Lin Feng used his mind to practice boxing in the solitary room, and used Tai Chi to "listen to the energy" to predict his opponents in the iron cage. Break the industrial prosthetic body with one punch. From being stepped on, to counterattacking 1-on-50, he became the only "King of the Iron Cage" in the prison.
After he was released from prison, he faced banks, hospitals, arms dealers, and the Sunrise Consortium-everyone wanted him dead.
But he has fists, brothers, and the woman waiting for him to eat pot-wrapped pork at the night market.
"Steel will rust, but people's hearts will not."
There are physical fights here, there are thirty-six strategies of resourcefulness, and there is the excitement of "the devil must die".
From prisoner to cage king, from revenge to protection.
He is not water, he is the sea.
