Prison Gang Leader Bullies New Inmate — Not Knowing He’s a Retired Kung Fu Instructor!
Chapter 7
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The shower room was nearly empty when Samuel arrived, which suited him perfectly; he preferred solitude for his morning routine. The hot water was a luxury in this place, and he let it run over his weathered shoulders as he reflected on the path that had brought him here: a tax evasion charge, three counts of failing to report cash income from his dojos—the kind of white-collar crime that usually resulted in minimum security facilities and early release for good behavior. But overcrowding had landed him in Riverside, and now he found himself in the middle of a situation that required skills he hadn't used in anger for over thirty years.As he dried off and dressed, Samuel heard footsteps approaching: multiple sets of boots moving with purpose. He didn't turn around, but his reflection in the metal mirror showed him everything he needed to know.Snake entered first, followed by two other members of Tommy's crew. They spread out in a semicircle, blocking the only exit. Their body language spoke of violence barely contained, of men eager to restore their leader's reputation through brutal action."Morning, Grandpa," Snake said, his voice dripping with false friendliness. "Tommy wants to have a word with you."Samuel continued buttoning his shirt, his movements unhurried. "I figured he might.""Smart man. See, what happened yesterday? That was embarrassing for all of us. Made us look weak in front of the whole block. Can't have that.""I understand your position," Samuel said calmly. "But I won't be going anywhere with you."Snake's grin widened, revealing yellowed teeth. "Wasn't really asking, old-timer."The first man moved forward, reaching for Samuel's arm.What happened next was so fast that Snake barely registered it: Samuel pivoted on his back foot, his hand shooting out in a swift chopping motion that struck the attacker's wrist with surgical precision. The man cried out and stumbled backward, clutching his arm as feeling left his fingers.The second attacker rushed in from the side, swinging wildly. Samuel ducked under the punch and drove his elbow upward into the man's solar plexus. The breath exploded from his lungs; he doubled over, gasping like a landed fish.Snake backed toward the door, his eyes wide with disbelief. Two of Tommy's best enforcers had been neutralized in less than ten seconds by a man who looked like he should be collecting Social Security checks."This ain't over," Snake snarled as he helped his injured companions to their feet. "Tommy's got plans for you. Big plans.""Tell Tommy he knows where to find me," Samuel replied, straightening his shirt once more. "I'll be in the library."The library was Samuel's sanctuary in this concrete hell. Rows of worn books lined the walls, most donated by churches and community groups over the years. The selection was eclectic, ranging from romance novels to philosophy texts to technical manuals. Samuel had found a corner table where he could sit with his back to the wall and a clear view of all entrances.