Chapter 3

Once Dominic started eating again, his body slowly began to recover.

During this time, the old man came by every day and taught Dominic various things.

Some of it was about how to kill. Some of it was about how to survive.

The first survival rule the old man taught him was simple.

When something feels off, it probably is.

Before doing anything, you have to think it through, understand the logic behind it, and only then make a decision.

He also taught Dominic how to read expressions, watch body language, and judge what people were really thinking.

As he learned, Dominic realized the old man's knowledge was incredibly broad. He knew a little about everything.

More than that, his insight and judgment were far beyond those of ordinary people.

It was obvious that before going to prison, this old man had been someone extraordinary.

Dominic once tried asking about his background. The old man gave him a half-smile.

"Kid, let me teach you another survival rule: Don't be too curious. Curiosity kills the cat."

With that, he patted Dominic on the shoulder.

"You don't need to know who I really am. Just remember my last name's Hart."

Ten days later, Dominic's injuries had mostly healed. After an examination, the infirmary doctor told him to pack up. He would be sent back to his cell that night.

Dominic glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just past 2 p.m.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly said, "Doctor, can I go back now?"

The doctor looked at him in surprise. Most inmates who made it to the infirmary tried to stay as long as possible.

Dominic, on the other hand, wanted to leave early.

The doctor didn't ask many questions. Once Dominic left the infirmary, he was no longer the doctor's problem.

"I'll arrange a guard to escort you back," the doctor said, turning to leave.

Hart was cleaning nearby. Seeing the doctor go, he walked over to Dominic.

"Why the rush to go back? They're all out working right now."

Dominic glanced at him and explained quietly, "Tonight, there'll be eight people in my cell. All of them are Scarface's men.

"If I go back at night, do you think I'll have any chance of staying alive?

"But if I go back now, at least I've got a shot."

Hart froze for a moment, then looked at Dominic closely and smiled.

"Not bad. You really are something.

"Alright. I'll be watching. Remember what I said: If you survive this, I'll help you get out of prison."

Dominic clenched his fists, his eyes burning with resolve.

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Before long, Dominic was escorted back to his cell block.

Just as Hart had said, everyone was out working.

Their crew had been assigned to rooftop repairs.

Dominic was taken straight to the roof and handed over to the guard there.

The inmates working on the roof immediately noticed Dominic's return, and the place erupted in noise.

Scarface's men were the loudest, yelling threats and shouting that Dominic was dead for sure.

If the guards hadn't driven them away, a fight would have broken out on the spot.

Even so, Scarface, now missing one eye, glared viciously at Dominic and made a throat-slitting gesture at him.

Dominic acted as if he hadn't seen it. After listening to the guard's instructions, he walked into the work area and got started.

Scarface crept up behind him and hissed through clenched teeth, "Clarke, you ruined one of my eyes. You're dead.

"I checked myself out early just to wait for you. When we're back in the cell tonight, you'll see what I'll do to you."

Dominic looked at Scarface without any expression.

Scarface's remaining eye burned with rage.

"What, still not convinced? Hah, very well. Tonight, I'll see how tough you really are."

Dominic said nothing. He locked eyes with Scarface, murder in his gaze.

That look made Scarface uneasy. He snapped angrily, "Keep staring, and I'll rip both your eyes out tonight!"

Dominic took a deep breath and looked around. Then he suddenly turned back to Scarface.

Scarface was about to speak, but Dominic moved first.

He wrapped his arms around Scarface's waist and, like a crazed bull, charged straight for the edge of the roof with him.

No one saw it coming.

By the time everyone realized something was wrong, Dominic had already carried Scarface off the roof. A dull crash echoed from below.

Everyone on the roof was stunned.

This was the fourth floor. Was Dominic really trying to kill himself?

People rushed to the edge. The guards panicked, blowing their whistles as they ran over to keep order.

No one wanted to step back. Everyone stared down in shock.

Below, Scarface lay flat on his back, with Dominic sprawled on top of him.

Scarface had taken the fall underneath, absorbing most of the impact.

Because of that, Dominic was barely injured.

Scarface was not so lucky. Multiple bones were broken, and he lay there coughing up blood.

Even so, Dominic didn't stop.

In front of everyone, he grabbed Scarface's head and smashed it into the nearby wall.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Blood ran down Scarface's head. He had no strength left to fight back.

Everyone was horrified.

Every inmate here was tough, but no one had ever seen someone this ruthless.

Dominic was trying to kill Scarface with his bare hands.

The guards on the roof shouted in fury.

"Dominic, stop!"

"Dominic, don't do something stupid!"

"Let him go!"

Dominic ignored them and kept slamming Scarface's head into the wall.

The guards on the ground rushed in and finally restrained him.

Scarface, his head covered in blood and his life uncertain, was carried away.

Thomas ran over in a rage and pointed at Dominic.

"Are you insane? Do you even know what you've done?

"You were only sentenced to a little over 20 years. You blinded him last time, and now you've beaten him up. All of this could get you sentenced to death."

Dominic wiped the blood from his face, looked at Thomas, and suddenly stepped forward.

"Kill me! Go on. Do it!"

His head was covered in blood, his eyes wide as he roared. He looked terrifyingly savage.

Thomas took an unconscious step back. He had never seen someone this unhinged.

The other inmates nearby were pale with fear.

They were brutal, sure. But they weren't crazy.

Faced with someone who truly wanted to die, anyone would be afraid.