Unbeknownst to Darnell, Michelle, who was well-informed about the origins of his red shirts, had discovered him. At this moment, he was with Callum and the others.
After Darnell finished reading the content of the tablet, he was about to call Abbigail when Callum called him.
Callum hoped that Darnell would be fully in control of the plan’s implementation and the situation’s development. Darnell knew that the Apex could only count on him at this moment, so he did not try to avoid taking responsibility.
He also hoped that the plan would be executed smoothly.
At half past ten in the morning, it was mealtime at Rockwood Penitentiary.
The prison always served meals an hour and a half earlier for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
At this moment, the prisoners from each cell were entering the cafeteria in order. The best moments for them were those when they could go out for some fresh air and have a meal, so everyone had a hint of joy on their faces.
Rockwood Penitentiary’s cafeteria was large enough to accommodate a thousand people. Looking around, one could see a sea of people, making quite an impactful visual.
The prison guards were relaxed and did not supervise the prisoners too much during meals. As long as there were no fights or disturbances, they didn’t mind if the prisoners gathered together. As a result, the cafeteria quickly divided into several smaller groups.
Almost everyone had their own protector to avoid being harmed by other prisoners, except for one newcomer-Martin.
After being knocked unconscious by Kimberly’s ambush at Sunflower Hotel, when he woke up, Martin found himself in a highly guarded hospital under police custody. Although he had a simple mind, he still knew how to deal with the police.
Without mentioning his acquaintance with Noah, he insisted that he had come to Whiteville as a tourist, only to fall victim to a ruthless attack by the Axe.
Because there was no direct evidence to prove that Martin was part of Seven Wolves or any clues indicating that he killed Samuel. As for the battle in front of Sunflower Hotel, he mostly acted in self-defense.
So, after questioning him a few times without any progress, the police lost patience and threw him into prison, hoping he would contact Noah, so they could gather evidence to take action against him.
Judith didn’t invest much energy in him either.
Martin knew that it was difficult for the police to pin him down, so he had been submissive in prison.
Fetching water, cleaning toilets, doing laundry, serving meals, and even drinking foot-washing water for others’ amusement-Martin endured it all with gritted teeth. As long as he could leave the prison early, he didn’t care about these things.
However, today, he felt something was off. He noticed many malicious eyes fixed on him.
As Martin walked towards the soup pot in the cafeteria with his lunchbox, there was an uncontrollable surge behind him. He turned his head and saw a dwarf chasing after him with dozens of people.
Just a second ago, they were all eating peacefully. In the next second, dozens of people simultaneously threw their lunchboxes at Martin.
“Bang!”
They pounced on Martin.
Without any warning, they attacked like wolves!
With his alertness already heightened, Martin dodged the lunchboxes thrown at him by swerving his body. Then he kicked a soup pot weighing 25 kilograms.
“Bang!”
The stainless steel pot filled with hot soup smashed into dozens of prisoners rushing towards him.
“Ah-”
Six people were instantly knocked down by the pot with scalding soup splattering everywhere, causing many of them to scream in pain.
At the same time, Martin lifted his foot and kicked one of his opponents who tried to evade him.
The dwarf roared angrily, “Kill him!”
Dozens of people roared like wild animals as they charged towards Martin.
Several prison guards shouted frantically, wanting to rush in and stop them. However, the iron gate was locked.
“Kill him!”
Martin could feel their hostility. No longer submissive like before, he placed both hands on the edge of a welded table and let out a furious roar as he flipped it over forcefully.
With a loud crack sound, the long table that could accommodate more than ten people broke apart. This ferocity and violence caused many opponents’ footsteps to falter momentarily.
“Bang!”
Taking advantage of their momentary pause, Martin swung both hands and sent the table flying. It knocked down four people in front of him before turning again and hitting three others on their heads.
The three men screamed in unison as they fell to the ground with blood gushing out from their shattered jaws.
Martin didn’t stop there. He raised both hands again and smashed the table out once more. Four more people fell to the ground. All of them lost their ability to fight back.
The dwarf pulled out a wooden club and shouted, “Get him!”
As soon as he gave his command, four soft belts were whipped out and wrapped around Martin’s wrists and ankles precisely. Four prisoners shouted as they pulled hard, trying to bring Martin down to the ground.
But to their shock, no amount of effort could budge Martin even an inch. He stood firm like a mountain.
His face turned dark as he tugged at the straps, refusing to give them any chance to inflict harm.
Two of the prisoners seized the opportunity to charge in, swinging their clubs at Martin’s back and head. The blows landed with a sickening thud, drawing blood, but the pain only ignited Martin’s inner strength.
He roared like a beast, then yanked hard with both hands, pulling the two attackers toward him. Their heads collided, and they crashed to the ground.
With a quick flick of his wrists, Martin sent the two people flying, their screams echoing as they clutched their faces.
Not pausing for a moment, he planted his right leg firmly and kicked out with his left, sending the prisoner who had latched onto his leg tumbling backward, crashing into several others.
Seeing Martin’s ferocity, the remaining prisoner immediately dropped the straps and scrambled away, desperately trying to evade his wrath.
Martin kicked a nearby chair, sending it crashing into his opponent, who fell to the ground.
“Useless fools!”
The dwarf, furious at seeing so many unable to subdue Martin, bellowed at his men, “If you don’t want to face the consequences, take him down!”
At the sound of his orders, dozens of men brandished their weapons. The sight of their armaments and the absence of guards made it clear to Martin that they were prepared for a fight.
“Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me?” he demanded.
The leader responded with a fierce grip on his wooden club, barking, “Charge! Charge! Charge!”
More than twenty men let out war cries as they charged forward.
Four of them surged ahead, but just as they were about to reach him, they suddenly dropped their weapons and lunged to grab Martin’s arms and legs.
Though Martin quickly swung his fists and knocked one of them down, his hands and feet were soon ensnared again.
Before he could kick these reckless attackers away, two prisoners threw handfuls of flour in his face, forcing him to squint against the onslaught. Anger surged within him. These people were utterly shameless.
No sooner had he tried to wipe the flour away than another bowl of porridge was splashed onto his eyes, further blurring his vision. With no choice but to defend himself, he swung his fists, trying to shake off his assailants.
At that moment, an electric baton stabbed into Martin’s thigh from behind. He trembled from pain as his leg instantly lost strength.
Those who were holding onto him immediately let go of their grips.
With flour all over his face, Martin kicked one person away before stumbling backward to wipe off the flour from his face.
The dwarf roared again, “Attack! Attack!”
The remaining prisoners moved forward once more.
However, at that moment, a whistle sound ran out.
More than ten prisoners who had been watching from a corner stood up upon hearing the whistle sound. They also took out prepared weapons-three-foot-long iron rods each. They twisted their necks menacingly with killing intent that made Martin shudder.
He could handle three or five dozen people without any problem, but dealing with one hundred people would be extremely difficult.
To his surprise, their target wasn’t Martin but rather the dwarf and his group.
The dwarf’s face changed when he sensed danger and shouted at his subordinates, “Stop them!”
Before he finished speaking, dozens of people had already charged forward and engaged the dwarf’s group…
And thus began a chaotic melee!
Martin stood frozen in place, completely unaware of what was happening or why those people would help him.
Just then, someone silently approached him.
As Martin was about to throw a punch at the person, the person whispered, “I’m here to save you. Follow me!”
Martin hesitated slightly. “Who are you?”
In a deep voice, the man replied, “Hugo from the Apex.”