Gundam's performance shocked everyone in Zone B.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his steel-like body shimmered under the light. He looked like a god of War.
Looking at Gundam, the people who had been beaten to the ground all fell silent, not daring to continue resisting.
Although they were all extremely vicious criminals, it did not mean that they were not afraid of death. Facing gang da, whose martial strength was far higher than theirs, their hearts were filled with grievance and fear, and they did not dare to make the first move.
"I'll ask you again, who's the boss!" Gundam grinned hideously at the man beneath his feet.
The man gritted his teeth and didn't say anything.
Because as long as he said this, the prestige he had established in front of his underlings would be gone, and no one would be willing to hang out with him in the future.
To be a boss in a prison, apart from martial strength, prestige was also very important.
