As the brute's hand gripped Stanley's shoulder, the room fell silent, tension crackling in the air like static electricity. Stanley's trembling hands clutched his tray, his eyes wide with fear as it dawned on him that his attempt to walk past the brute blocking his path was a bad idea."You have the guts to walk past me while everyone gave me a standing ovation?" The brute's voice rumbled like distant thunder, low and menacing. With a swift motion, he delivered a punch to Stanley's unsuspecting face, which made his head to crash violently on the floor with a sickening thud."But I was very hungry," Stanley protested weakly, his voice barely audible over the din of the chow hall. Another punch followed, blood spattering onto the cold linoleum floor as Stanley's lip split open."Please spare me, I will not do that again," Stanley begged, his words were muffled by the blood pooling in his mouth. But the brute showed no mercy, raining down blow after merciless blow upon the defenseles

Two days later, Romeo found himself seated quietly in a dark, smelly cell, his incarceration in the unfavorable environment was a much harsher situation compared to the chaos that unfolded at the chow hall. This was a punishment for engaging in a duel with the brute and it sure weighed heavily on him, as did the constant presence of mosquitoes that buzzed around the cramped space. Despite the discomfort, Romeo endured, he knew he had to, he knew he had to keep his head straight even in this trying time.As he swatted futilely at the persistent insects, Romeo couldn't shake the nagging feeling that his incarceration was more than just a coincidence, he was at the wrong place at the wrong time.The thought gnawed at him, casting doubt on the circumstances that led him to this grim place. Was it possible that his imprisonment was planned? Was there someone pulling the strings behind the scenes?Did Miss Chen actually commit suicide?He had expected the autopsy to be concluded within t

Inspector Bachmann shook his head firmly. "No."Romeo eyed him skeptically. "Are you sure?" he pressed on, his suspicion was evident in his tone."Come on Romeo, more than just a policeman, I am a man of integrity and I value people's privacy. By the way, you are just a suspect of a crime and not a culprit, coupled with that I hold you in a high regard, why would I suspect any of your calls?" Inspector Bachmann defended himself with a hint of exasperation.Romeo quickly scanned through the missed calls and voice notes, relieved to see that none had been marked as read, indicating that none had been listened to.Inspector Bachmann's honesty struck a chord with Romeo, and he found himself developing a newfound respect for the man."Can you please excuse me for a minute?" Romeo requested, needing a moment to collect his thoughts."Sure. But don't be gone for too long," Inspector Bachmann replied, his tone firm yet understanding.Finding a quiet corner within the police station, Romeo dia

Enraged by Romeo's audacious act, the brute's face contorted with fury, his fists clenching as he rose from the wreckage of the overturned table. His lackeys, fueled by a mix of anger and humiliation, surged forward, their movements a chaotic blur of violence and desperation.One lackey, his face twisted into a snarl, lunged towards Romeo with a primal roar, his fists aimed at Romeo's head with the intent to deliver a punishing blow. But Romeo, fueled by adrenaline and instinct, sidestepped the attack with lightning reflexes, his body moving with the fluidity of a dancer.In one swift motion, Romeo seized the lackey's outstretched arm, twisting it with expert precision until a sickening crack echoed through the room. The lackey cried out in agony, his hand now dangling limply at his side as he crumpled to the ground, clutching his dislocated limb in agony.Meanwhile, another lackey, emboldened by his companion's failed assault, rushed towards Romeo with a flurry of punches and kick

Three days later, Romeo found himself fully dressed in the orange prison overalls, spending time with Stanley. "Your wounds are gradually healing up," Romeo observed, examining Stanley's battered face."Yes, I am glad my condition is getting better. What about you? I heard that you are to appear in court for killing one of Leo's lackeys. I hope nothing would happen to you?" Stanley inquired with concern.Romeo remained silent for a moment before replying, "I'm holding up.""What do you mean by you are holding up?" Stanley looked confused."So, when are you getting your new glasses?" Romeo asked, noticing Stanley's lack of eyewear."I don't know. The doctor didn't specify when I would get new glasses," Stanley replied with a hint of frustration.After a moment's thought, Romeo broached a sensitive topic. "Stanley, that reminds me, why are you in jail? I mean, you look really innocent to me."Stanley heaved a sigh. "It's complicated.""Do you want to share it or not?""It was during pr