"Well, the jig's up."The fettered geezer shook his head and sighed. "I guess you'll be getting the Willbreaker.""Willbreaker? What's that?" Frank asked."To bring the new inmates down a peg, they would all be beaten up their first day in… though the severity depends on what you can offer the jailer."The geezer shook his head and sighed—Frank would definitely be getting a world of pain since he was not paying off the jailer.Still, he advised, "Look, if you can't pay him off and have nothing of value, you just have to endure the stick and be as agreeable as possible. That way, the jailer just might take it easy on you.""Exactly." A skinny inmate sighed in agreement. "I had nothing to offer when I was brought here, so I had to suffer fifty strikes. Fortunately, I was healthy enough to recover after two weeks' worth of lying down."He then looked pointedly at Frank. "But judging from your small frame, it'd take you a month to recover.""Yeah, but surviving is better than nothi
Would the jailer let Frank off easy after this? Young men were really inexperienced!This was it for Frank. Forget fifty Willbreakers—his attitude would earn him up to seventy more.And his scrawny body might not even survive it!"Woah, kid! You're quite cocky, huh?"The two flunkies following the pudgy jailer around were at once upset, one of them even spitting on the floor as he pointed at the jailer. "Kid, don't you know who this is? He's Tigris Fisher, the Stallion of Blackwater! How dare you behave so insolently in front of him? Do you want to die?!"Tigris shoved his flunkie out of the way as he stared fixedly at Frank and chuckled. "I heard that you were framed… but naturally, I don't give a shit. Once you end up in here, you're never getting out."However, I can give you one chance to contact whatever friends and family you have outside, and tell them to pay me off. Once they do and I'm happy with the number, I just might play nice. But if it's not enough… Hehe…"Tigris
The fettered geezer was left speechless by Frank's attitude and sighed softly.The young man would definitely pay for not listening to his elders."Hmph. Mongrels."Seeing the two flunkies of the jailer eagerly bringing out their torture tools and a fire cauldron, endless hate showed on Scarface Tucker's face.They were the ones who scarred his face, after all.He would not hate them so much if they were jailers, but these flunkies used to be his men. They used whatever they had to pay off the jailer, and after days of sycophancy, earned their special rights despite being inmates.In fact, they were worse than the jailer when they did his dirty work!Various emotions could be seen in Scarface's eyes as he stared at the steel bar door which was left wide open.He wanted nothing more than to charge outside and kill those two despicable flunkies on the spot.However, without a stable diet and being afflicted by sickness and stress, he was now the weakest of the three. He would de
But at the very next instant, Frank was picking up the rusted shiv thrown over by the flunkies, and he turned toward Scarface interestedly. "Hey, what's your story with Terry Cotton?""Terry Cotton…?" Scarface murmured, stumped just then.It was already a death sentence after Frank insulted the jailer, but he was now picking up the shiv, clearly ready to attack Tigris!He was doing everything Tigris would never dare!Around them, the inmates in their cells were shocked to see Frank pick up the shiv too but were soon laughing out loud.After all, letting an inmate pick up a weapon was almost a traditional bait that new inmates fell for, unless warned by another inmate who was aware.It was an indisputable crime to take up arms, after all. The inmate would also be charged with attempting escape and attacking the jailer, with the punishment being a brutal round of torture.Losing a limb and disability was common for such instances.The fettered geezer was certainly reluctant to sa
Frank did not move even as he watched the two flunkies stride toward his sides.Instead, he turned and threw the rusted shiv to Scarface, who caught it in reflex.However, he dropped it on the floor the next instant as if the shiv jolted him.Frank, however, did not mock him, and instead smiled faintly. "Terry Cotton is like a brother to you, isn't he? I happened to meet him too, and I dare say we're quite close—just like brothers."Scarface was left taken aback and started panting as he watched the two flunkies press Frank toward the iron chair.Even as he glanced between Frank and the rusted shiv on the floor repeatedly, he finally snapped when he saw one of the flunkies stride toward Frank with a branding iron.Picking up the shiv from the floor, he lunged at the two flunkies and yelled, "Fuck! Let him go!" His voice was tired and enfeebled, but he surprised the two flunkie nonetheless."Tucker…?""What the fuck are you doing?!"While Tigris was surprised to see Scarface
"That kid too? Hmph!"The fettered geezer in a corner of the cell shook his head exasperatedly.What good was throwing a punch when it only relieved their frustrations for a second?All it really got them was a world of pain, and was that worth it?The geezer was hence pursing his lips, sighing at Scarface's brainless actions that would earn him disproportionate retribution.However, even the geezer had to admit that he was itching for this—at this very moment, his long dormant heart felt a strange anticipation.Clang.Dropping the branding iron on the floor, Frank glanced at his reddened palm for a moment before tearing the leather shackles off his wrists.Then, as the inmates in the surrounding cells looked on, he walked straight toward Tigris and said calmly, "Take me to your leader. I'd like to talk to him since I have pressing matters elsewhere—I have no time to waste here."His calm, arrogant words left the inmates shocked. "Shit, who's this character?""Seeing the wa
"Die!" Hearing Tigris' bellow, every Blackwater inmate was expecting to see a sight of blood and gore, and they were certainly thrilled.Moreover, Frank did not even have time to dodge—once Tigris' punch landed, his head would explode right then.However, even as the geezer in the cell shook his head and sighed, the inmates were soon left gaping in shock.After all, instead of spilling blood, the bones in Tigris' knuckle broke audibly as he squealed like a gutted pig."What…"One of the flunkies hiding behind Tigris was smirking savagely, already preparing a script to flatter Tigris when he punched Frank's brain out.He was left in shock, however—while Tigris' punch struck Frank squarely on the cheek, his skull did not blow up, while Tigris was the one who ended up screaming.Even as Tigris stumbled backward, the inmates suddenly realized that his knuckle was dangling limply, while white bone was protruding from the joints.It was Tigris who bled from his fist, and not Frank
As the inmates looked on, Frank bellowed as he launched his fist at Tigris, their knuckles colliding just like before.At first glance, Tigris' punch was shrouded in pure vigor and kicking up a violent shockwave, while Frank was just basically holding out his knuckle—it was really a stretch to call it a punch.Forget projecting his pure vigor—Frank was not even putting his back into it, and it was a really simple, half-heard punch.Bang!In a split second, Tigris' thundering punch was parried like it was nothing, while the man himself was howling as he was sent flying and crashing into the steel bars of a prison cell.And as the inmates turned to look, they could all see that all that was left of Tigris' knuckle was pieces of flesh scattered all over the floor.It would be a gruesome sight, but the inmates were used to it here at Blackwater.They were not thrilled either, because it was a jailer who was beaten up! How many years had it been since this had happened? No, forge