"Going to the toilet?" Jack tilted his head at Reacher, implying they should go sowhere less crowded.
Reacher nodded, and the two stood up simultaneously. Seeing Paul still standing there, Jack patted him on the shoulder helplessly.
"Oh, I'll go with you."
Paul snapped out of his daze and quickly followed the two.
The prison toilets and showers were connected; the toilets were inside, and the showers were outside. Several prisoners were showering.
The two went inside, relieved themselves, and then went to the outside room, standing by the sink. Each picked up a towel, wet it, and slowly wiped their faces and hands.
Jack asked Reacher with a hint of smugness, "Now tell , who is Big Jack and who is Little Jack?"
Reacher was silent for a mont before answering, "I am Big Jack."
He paused, then continued, "You are Huge Jack."
[A/n: Is it just or they sound gay? I an, I choose this one due to female harem mbers and male MC, not for polyamory.....don't worry, I will freaking change or delete it if that ever happens.]
Paul, who had been nervously waiting outside, was completely confused, not understanding what they were talking about.
At that mont, eight burly n surged into the shower area, blocking the entrance. The two leaders glared nacingly at Reacher and Paul, whispering amongst themselves.
Jack vaguely heard one of them ask why two of them were wearing glasses. Understanding dawned on him, and he shoved the still-stunned Paul back, glancing at Reacher.
The bald man among the leaders, with a nacing expression, clearly a prison bully, didn't speak. He simply pointed a finger at the inmates still showering. The inmates, not even bothering to rinse the soap off their heads, quickly wrapped themselves in towels and hurried out.
Reacher, seeing Jack looking at him, grinned and gestured for them to proceed. The eight n had already surrounded them from both sides, facing the three across the sink in the middle of the shower area. No one spoke.
Two of them, one holding a sharpened toothbrush handle and the other a small dagger made from so unknown tal part, stood in front of Jack and Reacher respectively.
Jack cleared his throat, mimicking Reacher's earlier tone, and began to bluff: "If you knew what was going to happen to you, you would turn around and leave imdiately."
"I'll give you a chance, count to three."
"One!"
Before he finished speaking, he flicked the wet towel in his hand, and silently delivered a groin kick, sending the prison bully holding the toothbrush handle flying. The guy's mouth gaped open in an "O" shape, his weapon fell from his hand, and he curled up on the ground like a shrimp.
On the other side, Reacher used the sa trick, fiercely headbutting the guy holding a small dagger to the ground. The two of them unanimously chose to prioritize dealing with the high-threat target with a weapon.
"Aaaaaah!" A thug viciously punched Jack, which Jack blocked with his left hand, then pressed his right hand down and slamd his head heavily against the sink, causing blood to gush out.
His companion behind him tried to launch a sneak attack, picking up a fallen toothbrush handle and thrusting it forward with all his might. However, Jack grabbed his wrist firmly, delivered a chop to his arm, and pushed him backward. The sharp toothbrush handle pierced his abdon, followed by a solid uppercut. He collapsed to the ground without a sound, blood gushing from his mouth.
The thug, dazed from being hit by the sink, tried to grab Jack from behind. Just as his hands touched Jack's waist, his index and middle fingers were firmly gripped and violently twisted backward. The thug let out a bloodcurdling scream and imdiately lost his fighting ability.
The enemies in front of him vanished instantly. Jack ignored Reacher, who was dealing with soone behind him, and instead pulled the thug with broken fingers in front of him, using him as a shield. He pushed forward, and the two thugs near the door scrambled to avoid him.
Jack pushed his human shield towards one of them, dodged another's punch, firmly clamped the thug's forearm with his left arm, and pressed his right fist against the thug's armpit. With a crisp crack, he crippled the thug's arm. Then, he stomped down hard.
A grating sound of bone breaking echoed as the bare bone pierced flesh and was exposed to the air. The thug's leg, bent in agony, was broken by Jack's brutal stomp.
anwhile, Reacher had also dealt with two thugs and was carrying the third, slamming him against the wall with all his might. The dull thud was accompanied by a scream; the man who hit the wall had no idea how many ribs he had broken.
The last thug had just pushed aside his companion, whom Jack had used as a human shield, when Jack's fist was already at him. The guy was surprisingly resilient; though seeing stars, he stubbornly held on.
He must have so serious fighting training, as he protected his head with his arms. Jack landed several heavy punches, each one resounding, but the man was still waiting for a chance to retaliate. At this point, the prison alarms were blaring loudly. Seeing that the fight with Reacher had ended, Jack didn't want to waste any more ti. He grabbed the man's arms, which were blocking his way, and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying. Using his waist, he sidestepped and slamd the man backward.
With a terrified scream, the man flew halfway through the shower, his waist hitting the sink, then flipped 180 degrees and landed with a thud in front of Paul, who was hiding in the corner, his head hitting the tiled floor hard, and he passed out.
In less than five minutes, eight burly n were lying on the ground, leaving only Jack and his two companions standing in the shower area.
Paul covered his mouth, looking down in horror at the burly n at his feet, then up at Jack, seemingly confused. This rather handso guy had always seed so amiable, yet he was even more ruthless than the others when it ca to beating people.
A few minutes later, a group of prison guards finally arrived, the leader holding a rubber baton, panting heavily as he looked at the three of them in surprise.
"Why are you here? Get out of here before the warden sees you. Co with ."
He said, not even glancing at the groaning thugs on the ground, and led Jack and his two companions out.
"My report says you should be upstairs, awaiting interrogation. Why are you in the life imprisonnt section?"
"Of course, your n locked us up here," Reacher retorted angrily.
The unfamiliar prison guard led the three n down the corridor to an empty cell upstairs, sternly warning them, "If anyone asks, say you've been here the whole ti, understand? What happened just now has nothing to do with you."
He then turned and closed the cell door.
Jack looked around, went to the adjacent private bathroom, washed the blood off his hands, dampened a clean towel, and tossed it to Reacher, gesturing for him to clean the wound on his forehead.
"So, who exactly are you? A gigolo conman doesn't have this kind of skill," Reacher asked calmly, wiping his forehead in front of the mirror.
"We'll talk about it when we get out. We have a lot to discuss," Jack said, glancing at Paul, who had cowered on the bed as soon as he entered, looking like a terrified quail.
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