While Dean silently crouched in a corner, honing his weapon, the fellow who had previously helped the fatty deal with some troublemakers suddenly sidled over and whispered, "Thinking of rebelling?"

A scent of heather wafted over as the man opened his mouth.

Dean instinctively held his breath and didn't answer.

Seeing this, the man continued, "My name is Sada. The fatty is a petty man. If you want to get out of here alive and breathe fresh air again, you have to learn from me. Don't ever try to rebel; otherwise, if he's still alive, you'll die a very, very horrible death!"

Well, now. Turns out he was a kind-hearted fellow.

Dean grinned at Sada. "Your right hand is hidden beneath you. Are you thinking that if I attempt a sneak attack and fail, it'll be convenient for you to grab me and curry favor with that fatty who feeds you milk every day?"

"What?"

Sada instinctively flinched and pulled back his right hand. His relatively delicate features showed just the right amount of confusion, but inwardly, his heart was in turmoil, utterly shocked!

Why did this guy, newly incarcerated, see through his little ploy at a glance?

The next moment, a sharp object pierced Sada's throat.

Sada felt all his strength wanting to burst out with the stabbing pain.

But Dean gave him no chance. He used his body weight to press down, one hand covering Sada's mouth and the other twisting the nail embedded in his throat. This enlarged the wound while simultaneously causing a flood of bloody foam to block the man's throat, leading to asphyxiation.

GURGLE!!!

The wail of death was trapped in a throat choked with bloody foam.

Sada's eyes, streaked with crimson, were as red as blood.

Resentment, shock, longing...

It was hard to imagine that in the last ten-odd seconds of a person's life, their eyes could reveal so many emotions.

Dean, however, met Sada's gaze with cold indifference. He waited until those bloodshot eyes stilled completely, pupils dilating, and the vibrant spark of life vanished from them before he released his hands and pulled out the iron nail, now stained blackish-red.

What a joke! This guy actually thought he could deceive me—someone who, from the moment I'd regained consciousness, was all eyes and ears, acutely aware of my surroundings!

When the brawl had broken out, Dean had seen the jealousy and ferocity in Sada's eyes directed at him.

This fellow had clearly seen them fighting over Dean and grown jealous. He was worried that Dean would usurp his position as the fatty's "favored consort," so his intentions were malicious.

Sada's final reaction had also confirmed this.

Of course, even if I guessed wrong, I wouldn't feel any guilt.

Inside prison, guilt is a sentiment the strong show to the weak. Because inside prison, the truly strong never give others a chance to make them feel guilty over their actions! Better to kill in error than to let one escape. That is taking responsibility for one's own life!

...

Smelling the faint scent of blood, Dean took a comfortable deep breath.

The smell of heather wasn't his own, and it truly made him feel nauseous. The scent of blood was much more to my taste! Invigorating!

After a short rest and having recovered most of his stamina, Dean turned his main attention back to the group brawl, where some had already fallen.

Things here had quieted down; one person was already taken care of.

Of the seven men in the chaotic brawl, only three were down so far. They were only bleeding and lightly injured; likely, they could get back up and continue fighting after a short rest.

He figured if the guards didn't intervene, this brawl wouldn't stop for at least another ten to twenty minutes!

In the midst of the wails and sounds of slaughter, the fatty seemed to be running out of stamina. He bellowed and, bracing himself, took the direct impact of two incoming steel pipes. Then, he tightly grabbed the burly man—the one who had initially tried to pull at Dean's shorts—and slammed him violently against the room's door.

BANG!

The whole room shook. The sturdy, iron-reinforced wooden door immediately showed several cracks at its seams.

Two more hits, and this battered door probably wouldn't hold.

The burly man, struck by the fatty leveraging his sheer weight, was slammed so hard his eyes rolled back. He then spewed a 'thick gruel' containing stomach acid and other undigested matter, smearing it all over the fatty's face.

"FUCK!" the fatty roared. "You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Furious, the fatty instinctively shut his eyes and bellowed. His grip on the burly man tightened, a murderous intent flaring within him.

Good chance! Dean's eyes lit up, just as he was about to seize the opportunity to sneak over and strike the fatty.

The burly man's chest was squeezed hard, causing another gush of the thick gruel to spray out, right into the fatty's roaring mouth...

"Boss!"

Seeing their boss in such a pitiful state, the burly man's two remaining lackeys raised their steel pipes. They viciously smashed them onto the back of the fatty's head, directly caving in his skull!

Wincing in pain, the fatty instinctively swallowed...

When he realized he had ingested the burly man's vomit, the few people in the room vaguely heard a creaking, tearing sound, like a prison uniform being stretched taut to its limit.

"Heh-heh..."

"AHAHAHA!"

Amidst the chilling, low laughter, the fatty's sole remaining lackey, his face deathly pale, scrambled and crawled under a filthy, stinking bed. He moved as if a moment's delay would mean being torn to shreds by a wild beast.

Dean, who had also wanted to take advantage of the situation to launch a sneak attack, felt a sudden chill. His eyes flickering with uncertainty, he abandoned the idea of playing the fisherman waiting for the spoils. Imitating the fatty's lackey, he retreated to the corner. He then dragged Sada's corpse—the man he'd killed—over himself to feign death.

The next moment, CRACK!

A sharp snap of bones made the chaotic, noisy room fall utterly silent.

At that instant, whether it was the prisoners wailing on the ground or the two burly men who had just assaulted the fatty with steel pipes, everyone stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.

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