Chapter 4

Scarface didn't die in the end, but he would be bedridden for the rest of his life.

Dominic's sentence was immediately doubled.

But he didn't care at all.

After spending half a month in solitary confinement, he was sent back to his cell.

This time, the guards were smarter. They escorted him back personally and reinforced security around the cell.

Dominic sat on one side of the cell. The other seven inmates sat huddled on the opposite side, staring at him in fear.

All seven of them had been Scarface's men, but not a single one dared mention revenge anymore.

Dominic sat quietly for a moment, then suddenly stood up and looked at them.

"I heard you all wanted to kill me to avenge Scarface."

All seven jumped in fright and waved their hands at once.

"No, no, absolutely not!"

Dominic's expression did not change as his gaze swept over them.

"You've probably heard about my situation. My parents died because of me, and I don't plan on living much longer.

"But dying alone is lonely. If I can drag a few people down with me before I die, at least I'll have company. Right?"

Their faces went completely pale.

Facing someone who didn't care about their life, what difference did numbers make?

They couldn't kill Dominic. They still wanted to finish their sentences and get out someday.

But Dominic was different. Right now, he was bent on self-destruction and didn't care at all whether he ever got out of prison.

If he were given even the slightest chance to strike, he would hit without holding back. No one could take that.

Scarface was the perfect example.

One sharper inmate forced a flattering smile.

"Mr. Clarke, you misunderstood. Scarface was always bullying people. We couldn't stand him either. What you did was like getting revenge for us. We should be thanking you.

"From now on, you're our boss. Whatever you say goes. Right, guys?"

The others hurriedly nodded and called Dominic "Boss".

Dominic spat on the ground and snapped, "A bunch of cowards. Get lost!"

They dared not argue. They curled up in the corner with their heads lowered, too scared to even climb onto their bunks.

From that moment on, Dominic became the unquestioned leader of the cell.

And his intimidation far exceeded Scarface's.

A single glance from him was enough to make them tremble.

The next morning, at breakfast.

Dominic carried his tray into the cafeteria, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Scarface had about 30 followers in this prison. The men in Dominic's cell were terrified of him, but inmates from other cells still glared at Dominic with open hostility.

Dominic ignored them. He filled his tray and walked straight to a table.

Sitting there were Scarface's men, and none of them were from Dominic's cell.

In the past, these people had ordered Dominic around and beaten him plenty of times.

Now Dominic stopped in front of them and stared at them coldly.

They immediately got angry. One burly man glared at him and started shouting, "What are you staring at, you idiot—"

Before he could finish, Dominic moved.

His right hand flicked, and a thin, narrow stone slipped out of his sleeve.

It was something Dominic had picked up while working outside.

One end had been sharpened smooth and deadly.

After Dominic blinded Scarface, the prison banned forks, so he had to find another weapon.

During his time in the infirmary, Dominic had studied medical books and memorized many fatal weak points of the human body.

He stepped forward and, in one lightning-fast motion, drove the stone into the man's neck and slashed sideways.

The man clutched his throat and collapsed, his body convulsing violently.

The others froze in shock, but Dominic didn't hesitate.

He grabbed another man by the neck and stabbed again.

This one reacted quickly and blocked the blow. The stone punched through his palm, making him scream in pain.

"Help! Somebody help!"

Only then did the others snap out of it and rush in to attack Dominic together.

The way Dominic fought was clean and brutal. He protected his head with one hand while holding the stone with the other, slashing into several men's thighs.

Outnumbered, Dominic took some hits, but the others were injured far worse.

Luckily, the guards arrived in time and beat Dominic down with batons.

Thomas rushed over, veins bulging on his forehead as he roared, "Dominic, are you trying to get yourself killed?

"I'm reporting everything you've done! If you keep this up, you'll get the death penalty for sure!"

Dominic clenched his teeth, blood streaming down his forehead as he enunciated, "Then you'd better hurry. If you're too slow, I'll kill every last one of them."

Seeing the ferocity in Dominic's eyes, the injured men backed away in terror.

As for the inmates from Dominic's cell, they were secretly relieved they hadn't provoked him.

This incident earned Dominic another two weeks in solitary confinement.

But it also made him infamous, the madman no one in the prison dared mess with.

On the first day Dominic was released from solitary confinement, Scarface's remaining men approached him together, apologizing and begging him to show mercy.

They all knew Dominic wanted to die. No one dared challenge a man like that.

After bringing the prison inmates into line, Dominic went to find Hart again.

"Hart, I survived. Now it's time you tell me how to get out of here."

Hart smiled faintly at him and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, kid. You did better than I thought.

"Alright. You've proven yourself. I'll keep my word. Create an opportunity for me, and I'll get you out."

Dominic looked at him.

"What kind of opportunity?"

Hart replied calmly, "Throw the prison into chaos. Something that makes everything go crazy and draws all the guards' attention. Then come with me to the kitchen during the confusion."

Hart patted Dominic on the shoulder.

"Your job is to cause the chaos. If you can do that, I can get you out."

Dominic thought for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Alright. I'll get it done."

Dominic turned and walked away.

Hart watched his back with a sly smile.