A blur — that's all the man saw before something struck him.
The sound of impact cracked like a gunshot. The mohawked man's body lifted off his feet and slammed into a table three meters away, snapping it in half before crashing to the floor in a mess of food and splinters.
Silence followed by the scene.
The man groaned once, then went still.
The others froze in place, not daring to breathe, watching that for a second before one of them shouted. "Get him…"
Sungjun didn't even look at the man writhing on the floor. He turned slightly and held out his tray. "Steve," he said flatly. "Hold this."
Steve blinked once but obeyed, taking the plate without a word.
The moment his hands were free, Sungjun stepped forward. The next man moved—hesitant, too slow. Sungjun's fist sank into his stomach before the inmate even finished raising his guard. The man folded like wet paper, collapsing to his knees.
