Prison Gang Leader Bullies New Inmate — Not Knowing He’s a Retired Kung Fu Instructor!
Chapter 3
Theme:
Font Size:
24px
Samuel stopped walking and looked up at Tommy calmly. "I heard you," he said simply. "I just don't have anything to say."The response caught Tommy off guard. Most new inmates either cowered in fear or tried to act tough. This old man was doing neither: he was just standing there, completely unimpressed by the display of intimidation."You don't have anything to say?" Tommy repeated, his voice getting louder. "Maybe you don't understand how things work around here. See, I run this block. That means everything that happens here goes through me, including where an old fool like you gets to sit."Samuel remained perfectly still, his breathing slow and controlled. Years of meditation and training had taught him to find calm in the center of any storm; this was just another storm."I understand," Samuel said quietly. "You're the man in charge. I'm just trying to eat my breakfast."Tommy's face flushed red with anger. The old man's calm was making him look weak in front of his crew, in front of the entire cafeteria. That couldn't stand.Without warning, Tommy reached out and shoved Samuel hard in the chest. The force should have sent the elderly man stumbling backward, maybe even knocked him down. But Samuel's feet seemed rooted to the floor: he absorbed the impact, shifted his weight slightly, and remained standing exactly where he had been.Tommy blinked in surprise. He had put real force behind that shove—enough to move a man half his age—but the old man hadn't budged."Did you just—" Tommy started to say.Samuel cut him off with a look that made the gang leader's words die in his throat. For just a moment, Samuel's mask of calm slipped, and Tommy caught a glimpse of something that made his blood run cold: it was like looking into the eyes of a predator that had been pretending to be prey.The moment stretched like a taut wire. Tommy stared into Samuel's eyes and felt something he hadn't experienced in twenty years behind bars: uncertainty. The old man's gaze held depths that spoke of training, discipline, and a quiet confidence that came from knowing exactly what he was capable of.But Tommy was the king of Cell Block D, and kings don't back down from challenges, especially not from some elderly man who probably couldn't run a block without getting winded."You think you're tough, old-timer?" Tommy snarled, stepping closer until he was towering over Samuel. "You think those tired bones can stand up to what I got waiting for you?"Samuel's response was barely above a whisper: "I think you should let me eat my breakfast in peace."The cafeteria had gone completely silent now. Every conversation had stopped. Even the guards at the far end of the room had noticed something was happening, though they weren't moving to intervene—not yet.