Chapter 2: Where There’s Unusual Movement, There’s Trouble
Chopsticks plunged into Scarface’s eye socket.Blood gushed out in a violent spray!
Scarface let out a gut-wrenching scream, instinctively staggering backward. But Chen Xue Wen didn’t retreat. Instead, like a madman possessed, he leaped over the table, pouncing on Scarface and slamming him to the ground. Then, with a crazed fury, he began smashing his own head against Scarface’s skull.
All around them, Scarface’s men were frozen in shock.
This wasn’t a simple fight—this was a desperate, suicidal rampage!
Chen Xue Wen’s own forehead was soon drenched in blood, but he didn’t care. His actions made it clear—he wouldn’t stop until Scarface’s skull was completely shattered.
Scarface’s men finally snapped out of their stupor. One of them lunged forward and smashed a fist into Chen Xue Wen’s head. “You bastard! Let go of my big brother!”
The others quickly joined in, raining down punches and kicks.
Yet, it was as if Chen Xue Wen couldn’t feel the pain. He clamped his hands around Scarface’s throat, ignoring the blows crashing against his body. His mind was consumed by a single thought—
[Even if I die, I’m taking this bastard with me!]
Scarface’s eyes rolled back as he gasped desperately for air. One of his men, realizing the gravity of the situation, grabbed a wooden stool and raised it high, ready to bring it down on Chen Xue Wen’s head.
Before he could strike, the prison guards burst into the room, tearing the brawlers apart. Several guards struggled to restrain Chen Xue Wen, but he fought like a rabid beast.
Three guards couldn’t hold him down.
It took several more before they finally subdued him. But even then, with one last burst of savage determination, Chen Xue Wen lunged forward and bit down on Scarface’s ear—tearing it clean off.
Before the horrified onlookers, he chewed and swallowed the severed flesh.
A collective shudder ran through the room. Scarface’s men, usually fearless, recoiled in silent terror. None dared to step forward.
The Captain of the Guards stormed in, his face pale with fury. He jabbed a trembling finger at Chen Xue Wen. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Do you have any idea how serious this is? Causing trouble in Peaceful City Prison—”
Before he could finish, Chen Xue Wen suddenly broke free of the guards’ grasp and charged toward the nearest wall at full speed.
He wasn’t trying to escape.
He was trying to kill himself.
A stunned silence fell over the room. No one moved. The guards stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief.
Just as Chen Xue Wen was about to smash his head open, a thin old man sprang out from the side, tackling him to the ground.
The guards snapped out of their daze and rushed forward, pinning him down. The Captain of the Guards glanced at Chen Xue Wen’s vacant, soulless eyes and swallowed hard.
[This guy really wants to die.]
No longer willing to berate him, the guards bound him in a psychiatric straitjacket, securing him to the bed in the infirmary.
But even restrained, Chen Xue Wen refused to eat or drink. He lay motionless, hollow-eyed, waiting for death.
His parents’ deaths had drained him of all will to live.
The infirmary staff had no choice but to administer nutrient injections to keep him alive. But as the days passed, he wasted away, growing weaker and weaker.
—
One day, during routine cleaning, the infirmary door creaked open.
A familiar thin old man shuffled in. The same one who had saved Chen Xue Wen before.
He moved about the room, tidying up, and when the guards weren’t looking, he approached Chen Xue Wen’s bedside.
Looking down at the young man’s lifeless expression, the old man sighed. “Kid, you can’t die like this.”
Chen Xue Wen didn’t respond. He simply stared blankly at the ceiling.
The old man continued, “I’m not here to tell you to forgive or forget.”
“I just want you to think about something. If you die here, who will avenge your parents?”
Chen Xue Wen’s dull eyes flickered with a spark of life.
He turned his head slightly, staring at the old man. He still didn’t speak.
The old man carried on cleaning. “Do you really believe your parents died in an accident?”
“Heh. Let me tell you the truth. They were silenced. Murdered.”
Chen Xue Wen’s body tensed. His lips trembled. “What… What did you say?”
“How do you know that?”
The old man chuckled dryly. “I guessed.”
Chen Xue Wen’s eyes narrowed. “Guessed?”
The old man smirked. “What? Think I’m messing with you?”
“Kid, I’ve been around for over sixty years. Seen all kinds of people. Witnessed all kinds of things.”
“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this—where there’s unusual movement, there’s trouble.”
Chen Xue Wen swallowed. “What… What’s unusual about it?”
The old man leaned his mop against the wall. “Let me ask you. Did you kill the School Beauty?”
Chen Xue Wen clenched his fists. “Absolutely not!”
The old man nodded. “Exactly.”
“The girl wasn’t killed by you. But the evidence was so airtight that you ended up in prison anyway.”
“What does that tell you?”
“It tells me that someone set you up.”
“Someone murdered the School Beauty and made sure you took the fall.”
“And your parents… They must have found something. Some crucial piece of evidence.”
“That’s why they were silenced.”
Chen Xue Wen’s breath grew heavy. He had never thought of it like that before. But now that he did… it made chilling sense.
[My parents were murdered?]
Pain twisted in his chest. His fingernails dug into his palms. His eyes darkened, filling with a smoldering rage.
The old man watched with quiet approval.
“Well? You still wanna die?”
“Or do you wanna stay alive… and take revenge?”
Chen Xue Wen clenched his teeth, but then his body sagged in defeat. “How? Look at me. What can I do?”
The old man smirked. “If you really want revenge, I can help you.”
Chen Xue Wen’s eyes widened. “R-Really?”
The old man nodded. “But first, you have to prove your resolve.”
Chen Xue Wen hesitated. “How do I do that?”
“Eat.” The old man’s voice was calm. “In a few days, you’ll be sent back to the main prison block.”
“Scarface has already put a hit on you.”
“If you can survive that… I’ll help you.”
Chen Xue Wen’s heart pounded. Scarface ruled the prison with dozens of lackeys. If he wanted someone dead, that person wouldn’t see the next sunrise.
The old man smirked. “How you survive is up to you.”
“This world is brutal. If you can’t even protect yourself, forget about revenge.”
Chen Xue Wen sucked in a deep breath. Then, his expression hardened. “I’ll survive.”
The old man tossed a Medical Book onto the bed. “Read this.”
Chen Xue Wen frowned. “Why?”
The old man chuckled. “It teaches you where the human body is weakest.”
“And the fastest way to kill a man.”
Chen Xue Wen’s grip tightened on the book. A fire ignited in his eyes.
[Father. Mother. I swear… I’ll clear my name. And I’ll kill every last one of them.]
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