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    Frank did not move even as he watched the two flunkies stride toward his sides.


    Instead, he turned and threw the rusted shiv to Scarface, who caught it in reflex. However, he dropped it on the floor the next instant as if the shiv jolted him.


    Frank, however, did not mock him, and instead smiled faintly. "Terry Cotton is like a brother to you, isn''t he? I happened to meet him too, and I dare say we''re quite close-just like brothers."


    Scarface was left taken aback and started panting as he watched the two flunkies press Frank toward the iron chair.


    Even as he nced between Frank and the rusted shiv on the floor repeatedly, he finally snapped when he saw one of the flunkies stride toward Frank with a branding iron.


    Picking up the shiv from the floor, he lunged at the two flunkies and yelled, "Fuck! Let him go!"


    His voice was tired and enfeebled, but he surprised the two flunkie nheless.


    "Tucker...?"


    "What the fuck are you doing?!"


    While Tigris was surprised to see Scarface pick up the shiv and fight, he soon calmed down and smirked.


    It seemed that he would be having some fun today.


    Frank was smiling when he saw Scarface charge at the flunkies too. "Hehe... so you do have a spine."Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    Bang!


    To no surprise, the enfeebled Scarface tripped over Tigris'' outstretched leg, dropping his shiv into a nearby puddle.


    However, Scarface wheezed even as he pushed him up, not stopping to look for the shiv and continued to charge toward the two flunkies. "You... dogs!" he bellowed.


    At the same time, one of the flunkies raised a red-hot branding iron and swung it at Scarface.


    If it hit, he would be thoroughly disfigured!


    Thud!


    Before the branding iron could reach Scarface''s cheek, however, a palm suddenly reached out from the side and caught it.


    "What?! Are you kidding me?! Who on earth could hold on to burning steel without letting go?"


    Astonishment showed on the


    flunkie''s face as he saw the bar


    hand holding the brand et


    a vice-like grip for seconds without flinching.


    And in his seconds of astonishment, Scarface had reached the flunkie and punched him squarely in the face.


    It looked like a soft punch without much strength, but with Scarface''s immense weight, it did plenty of damage.


    The flunkie screamed as he fell on the floor.


    "How dare you, Scarface! You''re


    asking for it!" the other flunkie yelled from a distance, but he was noting to help his beaten friend even though he was in much better shape than Scarface.


    Nearby, Tigris was staring at his beaten flunkie in disdain. "Moron."


    "Fight! Fight! Fight!"


    The other inmates were cheering from their cell, loving every moment of it.


    Being confined for so long had really led to a lot of stress in those viins, violent tendencies were


    and


    when they saw


    start a fight.


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