Prison Gang Leader Bullies New Inmate — Not Knowing He’s a Retired Kung Fu Instructor!
Chapter 2
Theme:
Font Size:
24px
When word spread that a new fish was coming to the block, Tommy's interest was immediately piqued. Fresh meat meant fresh opportunities to establish dominance, to remind everyone exactly who ran things in Cell Block D.The first time Tommy laid eyes on Samuel, he couldn't believe what he was seeing: an old Black man, probably older than his own father would have been if the old drunk was still alive. Gray hair, wrinkled hands, moving slow like every step hurt. This wasn't just easy prey; this was a gift.Samuel's first night was quiet. He made his bunk with military precision, organized his few belongings, and sat reading a worn paperback book until lights out. He didn't speak to his cellmate, a nervous young man named Marcus, who had been counting down the days until his own release."You seem different," Marcus whispered after the lights went dark. "Most new guys, they're scared, or angry, or trying to act tough. You're just calm."Samuel closed his book and set it aside. "Fear and anger cloud judgment," he said softly. "Clarity comes from stillness."Marcus didn't understand what that meant, but something in the old man's voice made him feel safer than he had in months.The next morning brought Samuel's first trip to the cafeteria, and Tommy was waiting. He had positioned himself and his crew near the entrance, making sure every inmate would have to walk past them. It was a power move—a reminder of the hierarchy that existed in this place.Samuel entered the cafeteria, carrying himself with the same quiet dignity he had maintained since his arrival. He moved to get his tray, his eyes scanning the room not with fear, but with the practiced awareness of someone who had spent decades teaching others how to defend themselves.The food was exactly what he expected: watery eggs, burnt toast, coffee that looked like it had been sitting since yesterday. He took what was offered without complaint and began looking for a place to sit.That's when Tommy made his move."Well, well, well," Tommy's voice boomed across the cafeteria, causing conversations to stop and heads to turn. "Look what we got here, boys. Somebody's grandpa got himself locked up."Samuel continued walking,his tray steady in his hands, his expression unchanged. He had dealt with bullies before, though not in quite this setting. The principle remained the same: show no fear, but avoid unnecessary confrontation.Tommy stepped directly into Samuel's path, his massive frame blocking the way to the tables. His crew flanked him on both sides, grins spreading across their faces as they anticipated the show."I'm talking to you, old man," Tommy said, his voice dropping to a menacing growl. "When somebody speaks to you in here, you answer. That's how respect works."