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At noon, I opened the food distribution window and saw a long and orderly line, nodding in satisfaction.
Then, I arranged the meal boxes with Fatty, setting up a large cardboard box beside us as usual.
"Same old rules," I announced loudly, then leisurely sat down in a chair, crossing my legs.
The first to arrive was the boss of the prison, known as Scar Brother.
His name was common, but the scar on his face and his fierce appearance, combined with his strong physique—rumored to be able to easily defeat three special forces soldiers—made him quite imposing in the prison, even earning respect from the guards.
Coincidentally, he was the big guy who had blocked my way that morning.
But here, his intimidation held no power.
I slapped away his hand reaching for the meal box, my tone calm yet firm: "No cutting in line."
"Get lost! I gave you face this morning because your cooking is decent. Don't be ungrateful!" Scar Brother angrily knocked over the meal box and threatened, "Pack it up properly, or you'll experience the prison's rules today!"
"Brother Dao, Brother Dao, don't be impulsive," a frail little brother beside him quickly grabbed him.
I brushed off the rice grains from my clothes and smiled at the oil stains that had dirtied my outfit.
I flexed my wrists, feeling that things had been too easy lately.
I took off my chef's uniform and coldly looked at him: "Ready for a little exercise?"
"Just you?" Scar Brother sneered, his face full of disdain. "Little girl, don't think that just because you defeated Third Brother this morning, you can take yourself seriously!"
I didn't respond, merely observing the eager gazes around me, anticipating the spectacle. I flexed my wrist again, the joints cracking crisply, and calmly said, "Is that so? Then let me see your skills."
I watched as he pushed aside his lackeys and strode forward, throwing a heavy punch directly at me.
I shook my head; his movements were too clumsy.
I easily dodged to the side, and before he could react, I landed a solid hit on him. However, being the boss of the prison, he wouldn't go down easily.
But this only infuriated him further. "Little girl, I don't have time to play with you!"
As his words fell, the fight escalated rapidly. Scar Brother's strength was immense; each strike cut through the air with a whoosh. Yet to me, every movement felt like it was in slow motion.
So boring!
I delivered an uppercut to his chin. His body swayed a few times before crashing heavily to the ground, unconscious.
The surrounding inmates stared in astonishment at this scene, not expecting that this seemingly frail second Sister possessed such formidable strength and struck with both speed and ferocity.
Everyone realized that the dynamics of the prison might be about to change.
"What are you doing! What are you doing!"
The voice of the guard rang out, causing everyone to scatter.
"Second Sister, Second Sister..." The Chubby Kid beside me tugged at my clothes anxiously and said, "Second Sister, when the guard asks, just say Scar Brother bullied you first. Don't say you started the fight."
"Okay, got it." I nodded and then turned to pick up the lunch boxes on the floor as the three guards approached.
"Second Sister, Second Sister, they're coming." The Chubby Kid looked terrified at the guards marching toward us with electric batons, but I remained calm and unbothered.
"What do you want? Hurry up and clean up; there are still so many people waiting for their meals."
I looked at the flustered people around me, puzzled about what they were afraid of. Did they think they would come to trouble me?
However, it seemed I spoke too soon.
"Hey! Who allowed you to come to the cafeteria?" The first guard swung his electric baton at me when he saw I was ignoring him.
Seeing the flickering current on his arm, I frowned and glanced at the one who hit me—he was a newcomer. That explained it.
I then looked at the other two; oh, familiar faces—both were people I had accidentally locked up in prison before.
"Don't you remember me?" I greeted the two guards behind the first one with a cheerful smile, who looked like they wanted to shrink into quails.
However, they just avoided my gaze.
Then, the skinny guard whispered something to the first guard. I saw him frown deeply but seemed unconvinced.
After that, I was taken here.
The Chubby Kid watched me being taken away, worry written all over his face as he tugged at my clothes.
I gently shook my head, signaling him not to worry, feeling a warmth in my heart from his concern.
In the interrogation room, I faced two prison guards, yawning and appearing somewhat bored.
I shrugged at the expressionless guard across from me and said softly, "Officer, I couldn't help it. That guy came at me first; I just pushed him a little. Who knew he was so weak?"
"Nonsense! I clearly saw you provoke him first. You're not cooperating in the interrogation!"
Guard Number One slammed his hand on the table. I frowned and looked up, rubbing my ears and glancing at him impatiently.
I felt a surge of irritation, but I knew this was part of his job.
"Shi An, come out with me for a moment."
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