Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

He Zhikang struggled a couple of times, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on Zhang Wenjie.

The kid was still laughing, his eight teeth so white they were almost blinding, as if mocking his incompetence.

Taking the opportunity, Jiang Wen pressed He Zhikang back into his seat, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Wenjie's face, and suddenly he understood something.

He lowered his voice: "Brother Kang... this matter... sigh... please accept my condolences..."

Sorrow.

These two words were like a key, unlocking the humiliation that He Zhikang had been trying so hard to suppress.

Who in the entire Stanley Prison doesn't know about it?

He Zhikang's wife ran off with a handsome young man, taking with her the savings he had accumulated over half his life.

The prisoners in the jail secretly called him "Green-Headed Kang." His prison guard colleagues outwardly showed sympathy, but then turned around and told him as a joke in the break room.

"My condolences... Haha... Just looking at your stupid face, I can tell you're being cuckolded!" Zhang Wenjie tilted his head, his tone full of sarcasm. "I remember a saying, what was it again? Oh right—to get by in life, you have to wear a green hat!"

"Green is nice too, it looks good and suits you well!"

"I'll cheat on your mother!!" He Zhikang completely exploded.

This time, even Jiang Wen loosened his grip. Anyway, there were no surveillance cameras on the transport vehicle. He had stopped them earlier on official business, but now... it would be good for Brother Kang to vent his anger.

The wooden stick came crashing down with a whooshing sound.

Zhang Wenjie not only didn't dodge, but instead raised his head to face the shadow of the stick.

Boom!

The muffled thud echoed in the enclosed carriage, like being struck on an empty wooden barrel.

A trickle of blood slid down Zhang Wenjie's forehead, past his brow bone, and dripped onto the blue stripes of his prison uniform. He grinned, his smile widening: "So it really really works..."

The system interface appeared in his mind. On the semi-transparent light blue screen, the number in the center jumped: Morality Points +8.

"Bastard!" Seeing that his attack had failed to subdue his opponent, He Zhikang gripped the wooden stick with his other hand and adopted the posture of holding a dagger, aiming the tip of the stick at Zhang Wenjie's abdomen to stab him.

"So stupid, no wonder you're a prison guard your whole life." Zhang Wenjie suddenly spoke, his voice eerily calm. "In your next life, remember to learn your lesson."

Before he finished speaking, his handcuffed legs suddenly lifted up, and his right foot, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, accurately and ruthlessly kicked He Zhikang in the groin.

"Ugh—!"

That wasn't an ordinary scream, but a howl squeezed from deep within the throat, a mixture of pain and despair.

He Zhikang curled up as if his bones had been removed, the wooden stick slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, bouncing twice on the metal plate of the carriage.

He covered his groin with both hands, pressed his forehead to the ground, and trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't even cry out, only let out hoarse gasps.

"Brother Kang!" Jiang Wen's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed a wooden stick and rushed towards Zhang Wenjie.

Another blow landed on his shoulder.

Morality points +8.

The numbers started jumping again.

Zhang Wenjie took the blow head-on, feeling a sharp pain in his left shoulder as if his bone was cracking, but his smile remained unchanged.

He pretended to lift his leg again, and Jiang Wen fell for it, subconsciously taking a half step back, forgetting that He Zhikang was curled up behind him.

"Ouch!" Jiang Wen stumbled and landed on He Zhikang's face, falling forward.

Sunlight streamed through the car windows, casting a bright patch of light on the car floor.

Jiang Wen looked up and saw Zhang Wenjie's shoe sole rapidly magnifying in his field of vision.

boom!

Jiang Wen's heel slammed heavily onto his forehead, and his vision went black as his consciousness instantly sank into darkness.

"Hey! What are you doing behind me? Answer me!" The window between the driver's cab and the passenger compartment was knocked on, and the driver's voice was impatient.

The soundproofing of this transport vehicle is poor; he could hear everything that had just happened.

Zhang Wenjie took a deep breath and, imitating Jiang Wen's voice, shouted back, "It's okay! Let's stretch our arms and legs, everything's normal!"

He shifted his body, moved his foot away from Jiang Wen's face, and then squatted down with difficulty, rummaging in He Zhikang's pocket.

A crumpled pack of cigarettes and a plastic lighter. He took one out, lit it, and took a deep drag; the nicotine mixed with the taste of blood rushed into his lungs.

The system interface is still displayed in front of me.

[Host: Zhang Wenjie]

Morality Points: 16

[Skills: None]

[Status: Mild concussion, left shoulder contusion]

The rules for acquiring morality points have been figured out: as long as someone harbors ill will towards you and is defeated by you, you will receive points, regardless of their identity.

As for killing someone outright, you can get 100 points for finishing off a scumbag, but who knows if it's a first-time purchase bonus?

What if killing a second person halves the points, or triggers some kind of penalty mechanism?

In this society governed by law, he doesn't want to ruin himself just yet.

Moreover, Stanley Prison is full of walking moral paragons.

The car swayed and bumped as it passed through the tunnel, the scenery of the coastal highway flowing past the window.

The distant mountains are like dark eyebrows, the blue sea meets the sky, and occasionally a white ferry glides across the sea, leaving a long trail.

Freedom is just a window away, within reach yet still out of reach.

But Zhang Wenjie didn't care.

Before his rebirth, the original owner lived in a rooftop tin shack in Yau Ma Tei, spending his days surrounded by garbage, rats, and drug addicts.

In comparison, Stanley Prison at least provides three meals a day on time, a bed to sleep in, and a roof to shelter from the rain—all free of charge.

Five years?

Treat it as a vacation.

The transport vehicle finally slowed down, passed through one iron gate after another, and finally stopped in the receiving area of ​​Stanley Prison.

After the screeching sound of wheels rubbing against the ground, the engine shut off, and the world suddenly fell silent.

Clang!

The rear door of the carriage was pulled open from the outside, and four prison guards holding batons stood outside. The afternoon sun shone in from behind them, and they could only be seen as black silhouettes against the light.

"We've arrived at the station, get off the train—" The lead prison guard called out in a drawn-out voice, but suddenly choked up halfway through.

The scene inside the carriage left everyone stunned.

The two prison guards collapsed to the ground like tattered sacks, one curled up and convulsing, the other unconscious.

The prisoner, who should have been handcuffed, was sitting on a bench with his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, smoke curling up in front of his face.

The bloodstains on his forehead had congealed into dark red scabs, and blood flowers bloomed on his blue prison uniform, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, like wild wolves in the night.

After a brief silence, an angry roar exploded:

"You bastard! You dare hit a prison guard?!"

"Drag him down!"

"Kill this bastard!"

The prison guards rushed into the carriage like wolves, their batons whistling through the air.

Zhang Wenjie slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, raised his head, and gave the leading prison guard a shy but friendly smile: "Hi... nice to meet you."

Sunlight streamed in through the car door, illuminating half of his blood-stained face.

That smile was as clean as a student's, but deep in his eyes, something was stirring, like a monster lurking in the abyss that had just opened one eye.

The heavy doors of Stanley Prison closed slowly behind him with a dull thud.