Chapter 3: Kill Me

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As Calvin started eating, his body gradually began to heal. During this period, the old man visited him daily, sharing various teachings with Calvin. Some were methods of combat, while others were survival strategies. For instance, the old man taught Calvin the first rule of survival. "If something seems unusual, there's always a catch." "You must think it over carefully and understand the logic behind a situation before deciding." The old man also taught Calvin how to read people and discern their intentions. Through these lessons, Calvin realized the old man's vast and far-reaching knowledge. His insights were far beyond those of ordinary people. It was evident that the old man was quite an extraordinary figure before his imprisonment. Calvin tried to find out more about the old man's identity, but the old man just smiled and said, "Kid, let me give you another survival tip." "Don't be too curious." "Curiosity will kill you." The old man patted Calvin on the shoulder and added, "Don't pry too much into my identity." "Just remember, my name is Ezra." After ten days, Calvin's injuries mainly had healed. The doctor in the ward examined him and informed him to pack his belongings, as he would be sent back to his cell that night. Calvin checked the clock on the wall. It was a little past 2 PM. He thought momentarily before suddenly asking, "Doc, can you send me back now?" Surprised, the doctor looked at him, knowing that many inmates in the ward were hesitant to leave and would stay as long as they could. Yet here was Calvin, eager to return. However, the doctor didn't question it further. Once Calvin left the ward, he was no longer the doctor's responsibility. "I'll arrange for a guard to escort you back," the doctor said, turning to make the arrangements. Ezra was nearby, tidying up. Seeing the doctor leave, he approached Calvin. "Why the rush to go back?" he inquired. "If I head back now, they'll be caught up in work," Calvin replied, glancing at Ezra. "If I return at night, the cell will be full of Jones' men." "Do you think I'd survive?" "Going back now at least gives me a shot." Ezra was momentarily surprised, then smiled at Calvin. "Impressive, you've got real potential!" "Alright, I'll be keeping an eye on you." "Remember what I said. If you survive this time, I'll help you escape prison." Calvin clenched his fists, his eyes burning with determination. ... It wasn't long before Calvin was brought back to the cell. Just as Ezra had said, the inmates were busy working then. His group was doing repairs on the roof. He was taken there and handed over to the guards. When the workers on the roof saw Calvin return, they began to buzz. Jones' men shouted and jeered, declaring Calvin was as good as dead. If the guards hadn't chased them off, there might have been chaos right then and there. Still, the one-eyed Jones glared menacingly at Calvin, making a throat-slitting gesture. Calvin pretended not to notice. After listening to the guard's instructions, he joined in the work. Jones stealthily moved behind Calvin, gritting his teeth. "Calvin, you blinded my eye, and I won't let that go." "I came back early from the hospital just to wait for you." "Once we return to the cell, you'll see how I deal with you!" Calvin glanced at Jones with a blank expression. Jones' eyes burned with malice. "Damn, you still won't yield?" "Fine, fine!" "Tonight, back in the cell, let's see how tough you are!" Calvin stayed silent, his eyes locked on Jones, gradually filling with a deadly intent. His aura made Jones uneasy, causing him to mutter, "Keep staring, and I'll gouge out both your eyes tonight!" Calvin took a deep breath, surveyed his surroundings, then suddenly turned back to Jones. Just as Jones was about to speak, Calvin lunged forward. He wrapped his arms around Jones' waist like a mad bull and charged toward the roof's edge. The situation caught everyone off guard. By the time they realized something was wrong, Calvin had leaped off the roof with Jones. A loud thud echoed from below. Everyone was dumbfounded. They were on the fourth floor. Was Calvin trying to commit suicide? People rushed to the edge, and the guards, startled, blew their whistles and hurried to restore order. But no one wanted to step back. They all stared down in shock. Below, Jones lay sprawled on the ground while Calvin lay atop him. After the fall, Jones had cushioned the impact for Calvin, so Calvin was relatively unscathed. Jones, however, was in a bad state, his body riddled with fractures and blood trickling from his mouth. Even then, Calvin didn't relent. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he grabbed Jones' head and smashed it against the nearby wall. After hitting a few times, blood flowed from Jones' head, and he was powerless to resist. Everyone was petrified. The inmates were all fighters, but none had seen such ferocity before. Calvin was attempting to kill Jones. The guards above shouted, "Calvin, stop!" "Calvin, don't do anything foolish!" "Let him go!" Calvin paid no heed, continuing to slam Jones' head. The guards below rushed over, pinning Calvin down. Jones, bleeding profusely, was carried away, his life hanging by a thread. The guard captain stormed over furiously. "Calvin, are you insane?" "Do you know you're only serving twenty years?" "You blinded Jones before, and now you've beaten him." "These actions could have the judge sentencing you to death!" Calvin wiped the blood from his face, stepped toward the guard captain, and roared, "Kill me!" "Kill me then!" Bloodied and wide-eyed, Calvin's roar was both terrifying and wild. The guard captain recoiled, having never encountered such madness. As for the surrounding inmates, they turned pale. They were fierce but not insane. Facing a madman bent on dying, who wouldn't be afraid?

Chapter 3: Kill Me

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