Pffft!
The sharpened toothbrush, now a lethal weapon, plunged into the throat of a fellow inmate, spraying fresh blood onto the ground as the corpse turned cold and stiff.
Bang!
A Green Stone brick, caught completely off guard, smashed onto the back of a prisoner's head, killing him instantly.
Gouging eyes, kicking the groin, throwing sand—most inmates were without weapons and resorted to every dirty trick in the book. At this moment, thousands of inmates turned into a pack of mad dogs, going to all extremes just to be one of the hundred survivors who could live on.
"Zhuang Dekun, do you remember how you humiliated me when I first entered prison, you bastard? Now, go to hell," a frail youth, his face twisted in a bloody frenzy, swung the brick repeatedly at a middle-aged burly man. Although covered in copious amounts of blood, it only made him laugh maniacally.