Silly Bill slammed the table. “Damn, those Big Circle guys are wild—robbing gold shops, armed shootouts with cops in broad daylight, jailbreaks, attacking police, the whole package. Once he gets into the big dorm, I’ve got to go meet him.”

Henry Walker and Adam Miller, sitting at the same table, were stunned for a few seconds before burying their heads and continuing to eat.

Guys like them—honest types, old hands—were worlds apart from the world of hardened criminals and triad bosses.

Just as they took a bite, the alarm that only sounds in Stanley Prison when a prisoner escapes rang out, echoing through the entire canteen.

The previously easygoing John immediately drew his baton. “Squat down, everyone squat down!”

After Silly Bill and the others squatted down, cursing, Brother Bill grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Someone’s breaking out! Place your bets—caught within a day, even odds; caught within two days, double payout. Who’s this badass, I wonder?”

Moments later, when the news spread that Brian Carter had not only escaped but also beaten up Killer Jack and fled in a stolen guard’s uniform, the whole canteen erupted!

Is this guy really that hardcore?

Everyone here is doing time—whether it’s tough guys like Silly Bill, Big Silly, Big Tony, or old-school kingpins like Fat Bill who’ve been inside for twenty years—they’re all quietly serving their sentences. But you, a Big Circle guy, keep breaking out again and again. Is that really okay?

We’re all prisoners—why are you the only one who stands out?

And among all the news, the fact that Brian Carter beat Killer Jack to a pulp before escaping instantly won him the admiration of countless inmates.

After all, Killer Jack is the guy everyone loves to hate.

Chapter 011: What a Talent!

In Stanley, all prisoners were under strict watch, lunch was halted, and as guards rushed back and forth, Brian Carter remained hidden, sitting in Killer Jack’s office.

No matter how chaotic it was outside, wasn’t it nice and peaceful in here?

With triple physical stamina, he could sit still and stay invisible for three hours straight.

After more than an hour of chaos, once all the guards had searched every corner and confirmed that Brian Carter was no longer in the prison, the inmates resumed their work, a few guards stayed to watch over them, and the main force rushed out of Stanley to search.

Brian Carter dropped his invisibility, did a quick disguise, and leisurely headed to the canteen.

The inmates handling post-lunch cleanup in the canteen instinctively saluted him when they saw him. The only supervising guard looked at him in confusion. “And you are?”

“I’m a newly transferred guard, working with Uncle Joe in the laundry. Just call me Tom.” He shook hands politely and complained, “Someone broke out earlier, so I didn’t get a proper lunch. I’m here to grab a bite.”

The guard in charge of the laundry, Uncle Joe, only flashed by in the first Prison on Fire movie. If his brainpower hadn’t doubled, he wouldn’t have remembered that detail. Tom? That’s the classic fake name, always pretending to be Wang Zhenzhi—the real name of Teapot from Lucky Stars.

If that one’s overused, just use someone else’s.

Middle-aged Old Thompson laughed heartily. “So that’s it! I didn’t eat well either. Wait here, I’ll have the chef whip up something extra.”

After eating his fill, Brian Carter left the kitchen, went invisible all the way to the disciplinary block, found a random room, took off the guard uniform, and went to sleep.

The disciplinary block was also single rooms, but compared to the criminal investigation beds, it was way more comfortable—private bed, stool, small table, squat toilet, and a faucet.

He was still trying to keep a clean record, but as for those criminal investigation beds, anyone who wants them can have them—he’d never go.

...

While Brian Carter was taking a nap,

The entire Stanley guard system was in total chaos.

In the hospital ward, the Warden stormed into Killer Jack’s room, cursing up a storm. “Killer Jack, you useless bastard, what the hell is wrong with you? I just handed him over to you and you let him escape?!”

“Do you know how much manpower and resources the police have put into catching Brian Carter? Do you think you’ve lived up to the efforts of the police in Yau Tsim Mong, Shum Shui Po, Pak Sha Wan, Tsuen Wan, and everywhere else?”

“If you can’t get Brian Carter back, strip off your uniform and get the hell out!”

The barrage of curses swept through the ward. Even though this was a police ward with no inmate patients, one prisoner assigned to clean nearly burst out laughing like a pig.

He’d never met Brian Carter; the name had only reached his ears in the past few days. But why did he suddenly feel such unstoppable admiration for this Brother Brian?

After the Warden finished cursing and stormed off, Killer Jack ignored his injuries, got up, and stormed out in a rage.

If he couldn’t handle Brian Carter, his career was over? Even injured, he had to go after him.

...

Tsuen Wan.

Having just returned from burning incense at Wong Tai Sin Temple, Big D gulped down herbal tea and said to the man beside him, “Ponytail, what do you think about me visiting Brian Carter? That bastard scared the hell out of me back then.”

“Now, if I stand in the visiting room and see him stuck in prison clothes, jealous of me, that would be a real thrill!”

Ponytail looked speechless, then couldn’t help but laugh. “Boss, I was just about to report this to you—Brian Carter broke out. Stanley is crawling with guards and police dogs searching for him.”