CHAPTER 132

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
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