Chapter 1437: Research on Manipulation (Part 3)_2

Jimmy was crying and yelling, causing a prison guard to finally lose his patience. He walked over, banged on the railing and barked, "Cut it out!"

After a while, medical staff took Jimmy away, but when he returned there was no change. Apparently, the medical centre in the prison only treats bleeding. Injuries such as soft bone fractures and bruises that require a certain level of skill to treat, they simply don't have the patience to deal with. Big Dog was clearly well aware of this.

When Jimmy returned, Big Dog was arm wrestling with the Bandaged Murder Demon. Beating up Jimmy didn't fully satisfy his violent urges, and the Bandaged Murder Demon just adopted a defensive stance, his muscles tensed as he stared coldly, seemingly ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Just as the tension between the two was about to explode, Jimmy returned. Big Dog immediately abandoned his assault on the Bandaged Murder Demon, instead opting to continue tormenting Jimmy.

Big Dog had been to prison before, so he was well aware who the 'soft target' was. The Bandaged Murder Demon wasn't particularly imposing and appeared to be quite young, but from his muscle tone, it was clear he had undergone years of training. His defensive stance was also very professional, although Big Dog had the advantage in size and height, any actual fight could easily result in injury.

On the contrary, Jimmy was far smaller than the Bandaged Murder Demon and lacked muscles. He was just an ordinary man. If it wasn't for Jimmy's connections with drug dealers, which allowed him to get prohibited items, Big Dog would have targeted him sooner.

But now, since he had already started, there was no need for mercy. In prison, any sign of weakness could lead to being taken lightly. As a regular prisoner, Big Dog knew how to torment one opponent to intimidate many others.

The next day, when a limping Jimmy with a broken nose and two teeth knocked out showed up in the cafeteria, everyone looked at Big Dog with even more fear.

Jimmy just sat trembling in a corner of the cafeteria, wolfing down his food. Every time someone would walk by him, he would shudder.

When the Bandaged Murder Demon sat across from him, Jimmy trembled even more. The Bandaged Murder Demon asked him, "Did you manage to get me a toothbrush?"

"N-no, I didn't dare." Jimmy didn't dare to look at him, averting his eyes instead. But after a while, he looked back at the Bandaged Murder Demon and asked, "Will you really kill Big Dog? The anklet will start shocking in less than two seconds..."

The Bandaged Murder Demon seemed to be very impatient, speaking quickly, "For you fools it might be hard, killing someone is like taking your own lives, you insist on finding a perfectly sharpened weapon."

"You don't understand at all, the human body is as fragile as thin porcelain. If you grasp the head of the toothbrush and jab it hard from bottom to top into the eye socket, and then twist, does that even take two seconds? You're all a bunch of brainless worms..."

Jimmy stared in horror at the apparently insane Bandaged Murder Demon across from him, as he muttered on about "burning", "dissecting" and other such words at high speed.

Finally, Jimmy was unable to suppress his fear, he picked up his plate and quickly left the Bandaged Murder Demon's table.

He killed just for money, while clearly, there were other lunatics who saw it as an art, as simple as eating or drinking water.

Unable to eat, Jimmy returned to his cell early. He sat on his bed, looking at the pieces of his ear still sticking to the bedsheet. Flinching at his throbbing wound, he reached for his waist and found a hidden toothbrush inside the waistband of his trousers.

His hand gripped the brush head tightly, his arm muscles twitching involuntarily as if having a seizure. He clenched his teeth, inhales and exhales passing through gaps in his teeth, cursing under his breath.

Suddenly, as if startled, he hastily hid the toothbrush back in his waistband. Then, with a "clang," the door opened, and Big Dog swaggered in with his lackeys following close behind.

Unexpectedly, Bandaged Murder Demon was right on their tail. Big Dog's attitude seemed to have abruptly changed. He smirked, revealed a somewhat sympathic smile, and said...

"Never thought you could persuade those freaks to stand with us. Those Black Devils are annoying enough, but those Aryan fools are the bloody spawn of whores. They ain't gonna dare whisper now."

Jimmy's eyes widened at Big Dog's words. He gathered that Bandaged Murder Demon had convinced the neutral forces in the prison, those bizarre serial killers, to side with the Border Gang, ganging up against the racists.

Of course, Jimmy could not possibly be joyful about their unexpected partnership. On the contrary, he was more terrified. If everyone else in the cell joined forces, he would be the only punching bag.

Seeing that Bandaged Murder Demon would no longer sneak attack him, Big Dog's maltreatment of Jimmy became more outrageous. Jimmy began trembling uncontrollably, but could not stop Big Dog from heaving him off his feet.

Big Dog tossed him on the floor, surprisingly less violently than before. A glimmer of hope arose in Jimmy, until he saw Big Dog dropping his pants.

Big Dog glanced at Bandaged Murder Demon and said, "What do you think? Wanna join?"

Bandaged Murder Demon continued to coldly observe the scene, making no move, no reply. Big Dog seemed to have only invited him out of courtesy before moving directly on top of Jimmy.

Jimmy's panicking scream echoed, but no guard paid any heed. Big Dog bit down on Jimmy's nose. His cartilage was all gnawed off.

Pain, fear, rage; all emotions intertwined, accelerating the flow of his blood.

Jimmy could see the hazy halo of the ceiling light. It morphed into the Bandaged Murder Demon's glowing red eye, then into his cochlea.

Blood seeped from every pore. His gasping grew faster and faster and his pupils dilated, heat radiating from his chest.

Just as Big Dog began to strip off his trousers, he grabbed the toothbrush at his belt, clutching it by the bristles and thrust it upwards into the eye socket.

Jimmy didn't even have time to twist before Big Dog let out a horrifying shriek and staggered off him. Jimmy mustered all his strength, pushing him against the wall. The toothbrush pushed deeper upon hitting the wall corner.

Saliva dripped from the corner of Big Dog's mouth as he smiled obliviously—the toothbrush had damaged part of his brain. Jimmy held the toothbrush and stabbed again, violently stirring.

Soon enough, Big Dog fell to the ground, his arms sprawled out and back against the corner. Jimmy trembled violently, feeling an unforeseen surge of strength.

One whirlpool after another appeared in his vision, overlapping and dissipating. The intense euphoria made him oblivious to his collision with the wall, blindly banging his head and vomiting.

Bandaged Murder Demon slowly stood up. Under the terrifying gaze of Big Dog's follower, he placed an empty paper bag with a trace of drug powder back into Jimmy's scattered jacket pocket.

When the guards rushed in, Bandaged Murder Demon simply sat on his bed, calmly observing the chaotic crowd.

Faced with the guards' questioning, he responded evenly,

"Jimmy got high, killed Big Dog."