As he heard the jailer talk fatty's face changed. He was already planning to rob Dudian's allocated food and make the others attack him in turns to deplete his strength and spirit. However, fatty didn't expect that prison guards will come with such an extravagant game today.
There was ruthlessness in fatty's eyes. He was not afraid of those two nosy prison guard let alone a scarred child.
"Let's start," said the prison guard: "If there is no winner today, both of you will get nothing to eat."
Fatty took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the mat. Although his foot was bitten and ached but when it came to face a real fight he was able to hold back. Step by step he went towards Dudian.
Dudian was leaning against iron cage while his body was full of dull ache. His brows wrinkled as he saw fatty slowly approach him. He looked at prison guard: "Can I throw the towel?"