Prison Gang Leader Bullies New Inmate — Not Knowing He’s a Retired Kung Fu Instructor!
Chapter 4
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Tommy's crew was getting restless. They fed off their leader's energy, and right now that energy was building toward something explosive. One of them, a wiry man with tear tattoos named Snake, stepped forward. "Tommy, you want me to teach Grandpa some manners?" Snake cracked his knuckles, eager to please his boss and put on a show for the crowd.But Tommy held up a hand. This was personal now. The old man's calm was eating away at his authority with every second that passed. He needed to end this himself, decisively and brutally."Nah," Tommy said, never taking his eyes off Samuel. "I got this one."What happened next would be talked about in whispers for years to come.Tommy drew back his massive right fist, putting every ounce of his 250 pounds behind a punch designed to shatter the old man's jaw. It was the kind of blow that had dropped men half Tommy's age, the kind that ended fights before they really began.Samuel saw it coming from the moment Tommy's shoulder tensed. Forty-three years of martial arts training had given him an understanding of body mechanics that went beyond conscious thought. The punch was powerful, but telegraphed—thrown with emotion instead of technique.Time seemed to slow as Samuel's body moved with fluid precision: his left hand came up in a gentle arc, deflecting Tommy's punch just enough to send it harmlessly past his head; at the same moment, his right palm struck forward with surgical accuracy, connecting with a pressure point just below Tommy's sternum.The technique was called Iron's Breath, and Samuel had spent decades perfecting it. Applied correctly, it could stop a man, disrupt his balance, and send him crashing to the ground without causing permanent damage. Applied with full force, it could stop a heart.Samuel held back.Tommy's eyes went wide as the breath exploded from his lungs. His massive frame folded in on itself as he dropped to his knees, gasping like a fish out of water. The breakfast tray Samuel had been holding clattered to the floor, spilling its contents across the concrete.The silence in the cafeteria was deafening.Snake and the rest of Tommy's crew stood frozen, unable to process what they had just witnessed. Their invincible leader, the man who had ruled this block through fear and violence for over a decade, was on his knees in front of an elderly inmate who looked like he should be playing chess in a park somewhere.Samuel looked down at Tommy with something that might have been pity. "I asked you nicely," he said, his voice still calm and controlled. "All I wanted was to eat my breakfast."Tommy struggled to his feet, his face red with embarrassment and rage. The humiliation burned worse than the pain in his chest. Every eye in the cafeteria was on him, waiting to see how the king would respond to being dethroned.