Practice More

The strong man was stunned, and his mouth was open so wide that one could stuff a lightbulb into it. That was a solid wooden table. It wasn't made of tofu or anything! Atlas kindly suggested, "You should practice more when you get back." The strong man walked away in a trance. Atlas sat down, took the plate that Hugo picked up for him, and continued to eat. He looked calm as if nothing had happened earlier. Rather, he was used to it. Not far away, a muscular man covered in tattoos saw what happened, and a playful smile appeared on his face. "Interesting." It wasn't only the tattooed muscle man, but others were attracted by what had happened. As well as... the prison guards. A guard ran over with an electric baton and angrily questioned, "Who's making trouble?" Some people didn't mind making a big deal out of things. They pointed at Atlas. The guard immediately rushed over and was furious, ready to take Atlas to the dark room. Hugo and James looked at each other. One of them slashed the