Chapter 5: You Taught Me

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Three days later, during a routine work, Calvin clashed with another prominent figure in the prison. The man had bullied Calvin before. However, after the incident with Jones, he avoided Calvin out of fear. Unfortunately, they happened to cross paths again. The man attempted a joke to ease the tension, but it only infuriated Calvin. Calvin tackled him to the ground, almost ripping off half his ear, causing him to howl in pain. Calvin pointed at him with blazing eyes and roared, "This isn't over. I won't let you get away with this!" The man, trembling with rage, immediately contacted several other prison leaders to discuss how to handle Calvin. With Calvin stepping on their toes, they were all quite upset. They realized they wouldn't find peace if they didn't resolve the problem. However, after much discussion, they couldn't conclude. No one dared provoke such a madman, so they agreed to unite against Calvin in the future to avoid being picked off one by one. Meanwhile, after two days in solitary confinement, Calvin returned to his cell and promptly gathered his crew. They were all former subordinates of Jones, now loyal to Calvin. He gave them orders to confront the man during dinner. During dinner in the mess hall, Calvin suddenly slammed the table. His crew sprang into action, surrounding the guy. Startled, the guy quickly called for his backup. Those who had previously discussed joining forces with him also jumped in. Chaos erupted as both sides clashed, leaving the scene in disarray. Guards rushed over to restore order. Amidst the chaos, Calvin quietly slipped into the kitchen, heading to the rendezvous point with Ezra. Ezra was already there with a package, grinning as he spotted Calvin. "Well done," he said. Calvin glanced at the package in Ezra's hand, a hint of doubt in his eyes. In high spirits, Ezra overlooked Calvin's suspicion and quickly opened a hidden sewer entrance, leading Calvin down. Afterward, Ezra replaced the cover to conceal their escape. Finding them would take some time, even if the guards noticed their disappearance. The sewer was a drainage pipe, reeking of waste and sewage. It was narrow, forcing them to crawl on their stomachs. The water reached their chins, and a slight dip would bring it to their lips. During winter, the sewage was not only putrid but bone-chilling. Yet, Calvin crawled forward silently, determined to seize his one shot at freedom. Even if he couldn't clear his name, he was determined to get justice for his parents. They crawled for five kilometers. Calvin suppressed his urge to vomit multiple times. Finally, they heard the sound of flowing water. Ezra exclaimed, "We're almost there!" Soon, a faint glimmer of moonlight appeared ahead. The sewer's exit was by the riverbank, which was secured with an iron grille. Calvin frowned. "How are we getting out?" Ezra chuckled, "Don't worry, I've got it all figured out." "I had someone outside who saw through most of the grille." "Push hard, and it'll give way." Calvin nodded. "Alright, I'll try." He crawled over, gripping the grille and pushing with all his might. The grille wasn't sturdy, and several bars broke away. Meanwhile, Ezra silently approached Calvin from behind. In his hand, a dagger gleamed, poised to strike Calvin in the heart. Calvin, unprepared, fell into the sewage, the dagger embedded in him. Ezra sneered, "Kid, your task is done." "You wanted to die, so I'll grant your wish." "No need to thank me!" He crawled over triumphantly, pushing the remaining bars aside. Suddenly, a splash sounded behind him. Before Ezra could react, Calvin lunged, pinning him down and driving a dagger toward his neck. Quick and agile, Ezra blocked Calvin's strike, grabbing Calvin's wrist and twisting it, gaining the upper hand. He then grabbed Calvin's throat. Ezra smirked. "You're smart. Playing dead!" "I taught you the skills. What makes you think you can outsmart me?" Before Ezra could finish, Calvin's other hand flicked something toward Ezra. Reflexively, Ezra blocked it, breaking it open. A cloud of powder dispersed, hitting Ezra squarely in the eyes. Instinctively, Ezra tried to wipe his eyes, but Calvin's dagger quietly found its mark in his abdomen. Ezra staggered back, tumbling out of the sewer onto the riverbank. Dazed, he looked at the dagger in his abdomen, then at Calvin's other hand. Only then did he realize Calvin's right hand did not hold a dagger but a stick. Ezra thought the attack toward his neck was a dagger. The dagger had always been in Calvin's left hand. Ezra coughed, blood spilling from his mouth. He stared at Calvin in disbelief. "How... how is this possible?" Calvin looked down at Ezra, speaking slowly, "Do you remember the first survival rule you taught me?" Ezra smiled wryly. "If something seems off, there's a catch." Calvin nodded calmly. "Exactly." "If anything seems unusual, there's always a reason." "You helping me out of the blue was suspicious. If you had no ulterior motive, that would be impossible." Ezra's face turned pale. He looked at Calvin, gritting his teeth. "So you've been wary of me from the start?" Calvin nodded. "From the moment you taught me that first rule, I've been on guard." "Or rather, I've stopped trusting anyone in this world."

Chapter 5: You Taught Me

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