Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

Several busybodies quickly stepped forward and eagerly offered him crumpled cigarettes.

In this stifling cage, a little gossip is the best spiritual nourishment.

"Hey, well..." Chui Shui Da took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and deliberately dragged out his words, glancing at the half-pack of cigarettes in the hand of the person who offered him the cigarette, his meaning quite clear.

The man laughed and cursed as he shoved the remaining half-packet into his hand: "Hey! Take it, take it! You're just teasing us until we're done!"

"You're just a chatterbox; if it's not juicy gossip, you'll be in for a

Seeing that someone was threatening him, Chui Shui Da ignored it, chuckled, and was about to put the cigarette in his pocket when he suddenly felt the light dim and a tall figure loom over him.

He turned his head and looked, and the smile on his face instantly froze, turning into a mixture of flattery and fear.

The visitor was none other than Big Mimi, one of the leaders of Stanley Warehouse No. 1 and the "head" of the Hung Hing Society in Stanley.

He was burly, with a fleshy face, a bald head that gleamed oily under the light, a crude metal chain around his neck, and a fierce look in his eyes.

"Hey! Trash, what awesome thing did that bastard do that made you so excited?"

Da Mi grabbed Chui Shui Da's thin shoulders and squeezed them hard. Her tone seemed casual, but it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

"Tell me, so I can be happy too."

"Cough cough... Mimi, Mimi-ge... It hurts, be gentle..."

Chui Shui Da winced in pain but dared not break free. He quickly spilled all the news he had heard.

"The man who assaulted the police officer is named Zhang Wenjie, and he's a member of the Dongxing Red Pole gang..."

"However, I heard from people at Dongxing's warehouse number 2 that this guy was just pushed out by Dongxing to take the blame!"

"They also said that this guy was originally just a lackey of Smiling Tiger from Tung Sing, but they were worried that he wouldn't be influential enough to explain to the police, so they suddenly gave him the title of 'Red Pole' right before he came in..."

He took a breath and continued, "When he was brought in at dusk, he went crazy for some reason and clashed with the prison guards, injuring several of them... In the end, it was 'Killer Xiong' himself who took the tranquilizer gun and shot him three times to take him down!"

Seeing Da Mi's eyes flicker slightly, Chui Shui Da lowered his voice and added an uncertain piece of information: "I heard... he offended Killer Xiong terribly as soon as he came in, and was immediately sent to a dark room on the second basement level to be locked up in solitary confinement. Killer Xiong even personally went in with a whip to 'greet' him... The sound of whipping and screams echoed inside for a long time..."

"Damn it!" After hearing this, Da Mi spat out a mouthful of saliva, a disdainful sneer on his face. "Damn it, I thought he was something special, but he's just a fraud with a lousy reputation! I wasted my time."

Stanley Prison is an independent underworld, where several major forces are currently maintaining a delicate balance.

If Tung Sing really sends in a powerful Red Pole, it will inevitably affect the existing structure, which is something Big Mimi, as the leader of Hung Hing, does not want to see.

Hearing that it was a "fake" product, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was a feeling of being mocked and an urge to kick it while it was down.

"Tch! I, Daliqi, could crush this trash character with one hand!" A muscular, menacing-looking henchman jumped out from next to Da Mi. He was Da Mi's top lieutenant, nicknamed "Daliqi".

He shoved aside the trembling, boastful man, waved his thick arms, and shouted while spitting everywhere.

"Boss, don't worry! When he comes out of the dark room and is out for some fresh air, I'll show him the rules of Stanley! What proper conduct is!"

"Even though he's a fake, he still has the title of 'red stick' (a politically reliable official).

Da Mi took the cigarette offered by his subordinate, squinted, slowly took a puff, exhaled the smoke, and revealed a cruel and cunning smile on his face.

"Archie, how many times have I told you? The most important thing in this business is to follow the rules. Don't you understand the rules of the underworld?"

"Since they represent Tung Sing, we still have to give them face, otherwise how will my Big Mimi be able to show her face in public!"

"How about this? When the time comes, let's call a dozen or so brothers and 'take care' of him together. That way, we'll show enough respect, loyalty, and righteousness towards the 'Red Pole' members of Tung Sing! Don't you agree?"

Big Mi pointed at his henchmen around him and sneered!

Hung Hing and Tung Sing have always been bitter enemies. If there's a chance to humiliate Tung Sing, Da Mi certainly won't keep it to herself. She'll do it "beautifully" and spread the word throughout Stanley.

"Our leader is awesome!"

"Brother Mi is so thoughtful!"

"Old ginger is spicier!"

The Hung Hing underlings around him immediately understood and began to shower him with compliments, their fawning laughter echoing throughout the warehouse.

They could already imagine the miserable state of that unfortunate "fake red stick" being greeted by more than a dozen people in turn.

In a secluded corner of the warehouse, on the lower bunk of an iron bed, an old man with gray hair, bruises on his face, and a haggard appearance was coughing softly while clutching his chest.

He huddled in the shadows, as if trying to hide himself, but his seemingly cloudy eyes flashed with an extremely subtle light when he heard the words "Zhang Wenjie," "Dongxing," and "Red Stick."

His ears were clearly perked up, carefully listening to every conversation inside the warehouse.

"Hey! Robinson! Are you dead yet? If you're not, get up and clean the toilets!"

A prisoner with a full beard, nicknamed "Bearded Guy," walked to this corner, cursing and swearing. He raised his hand and pounded on the bed, making a harsh metallic sound. He then lightly kicked the old man's bed leg with his toe.

The old man—Robinson—trembled visibly, then struggled to sit up, head bowed, not daring to look at the other man, his voice hoarse and humble: "Yes, yes... I'll go right away, I'll go right away..."

He leaned on the cold iron bed frame, slowly and limping towards the smelly toilet, his back hunched, filled with helplessness and desolation.

"You spineless bastard! Hurry up! Are you dawdling and want to get beaten up again?" the bearded man threatened viciously from behind him, earning knowing chuckles from the other bullies in the cell.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is one of the most common and cruel survival rules in prison.

Silent, frail old men like Robinson Crusoe, without any background, are often at the very bottom of this food chain.

Stanley Prison, this huge gray prison, appears even more sinister under the cover of night.

In his solitary cell, Zhang Wenjie's snoring remained steady.

Inside Warehouse Number One, a conspiracy is brewing about how to "entertain" the newcomers.

In that inconspicuous corner, the old man called "Robinson" glanced quickly in the dim light as he entered the restroom, looking towards where the Hung Hing members were gathered.

Something stirred slightly deep within his eyes, before returning to its stagnant, murky state.