The bald man staggered, almost falling. He looked at Li Xiaosheng angrily, his eyes filled with resentment.
Li Xiaosheng breathed heavily, his gaze devoid of any fear. He stared coldly at the bald man, with the corners of his mouth turned up as if he was provoking him to continue the fight.
Both men had scratches on their faces, and their clothes were in complete disarray.
The bald man panted heavily, glaring at Li Xiaosheng.
And Li Xiaosheng just looked at him coldly, his eyes full of disdain and provocation.
The people around them were talking, but the two fighters no longer had the energy to care about it.
In the prison canteen, there was a bustle of activity as inmates queued up for their meals.
The graffiti on the surrounding walls was particularly jarring, and the air was permeated with an indistinct smell.
The bald man, dressed in prison garb, had a worn number plate on his chest, his eyes revealing a fierce look.
