"What?" Said, a prisoner. "You want to do our work for us?"
"I'm not charging anything and I'm happy to do work," said, Ji Ho. "But if you don't want me to take your work, then I can ask somebody e-"
He was handed a mop immediately.
"We're doing the bathroom," said, a bulky prisoner. "This place better be spotless"
"Yes, Sir," said, Ji Ho.
And then all three left and Ji Ho went to the bathroom.
It looked godawful and smelled terrible as well, he saw left behind drugs packets and cigarette in the drain alone and somebody had gone to the bathroom here instead of using the toilet.
No wonder, nobody wanted this job.
Ji Ho began mopping.
#Flashback#
"The trouble with you kid, is your back," said, His hyung.
"My back?" Said, Ji Ho on a bench and talking to himself.
He had become strange after solitary confinement, it seemed to the other prisoners.
"You actually have a lot of power," said, his Hyung stunning him. "All those years of bullying. We're you were forced to carry stuff either people or food, it has made you obtain quiet the arm strength. The problem is your back, its not developed enough to carry that power. A back is everything to a fighter. If your back can't properly sort out this power. What you get is flow that is messed up. At least 80 percent of that power is lost when you throw a punch. However, if you manage to release at least another 20 percent then you would have no problem going for somebody face or head if you were able to release that power. But you'll never be able to handle all that power you've gained unless your body has fully matured. If you managed to release all that power when your body is clearly not ready for it, it would kill you"
Ji Ho was stunned.
He never really looked at his screwy back, or why he could carry boxes but his punches were like bites.
"What do I do to get my back more developed?" said, Ji Ho.
"In, this Prison. There are numerous ways" said, his Hung. "But it wont be pleasant"
#End of Flashback#
So here he was.
For the first time, Ji Ho paid attention to his back, as he mopped the disaster in front of him.
He felt his back, contract and release with each mop swing.
His back was aching before he even got the cloth out and disinfectant.
He began to wipe the walls, feeling the burn with each wipe and it was only through Hyung encouraging words that kept him going.
When it was dinner times, he was feeling the ache but managed to ignore it.
"What?" Said, one of the guards. "You want to volunteer to clean the tables?"
"I just thought I should earn my keep," said, Ji Ho, as those who heard him stared at him.
The guards gave him cleaning supplies and he was set to work.
Watching the new king of the block, cleaning like a common servant was a sight to behold.
But Ji Ho was used to being humiliated, so he ignored it.
He ignored the prisoners who purposely dumped all their food on the floor or tables for the pleasure of seeing him clean it up in front of them.
Bastards, he would remember them!
Ji Ho finished cleaning 2 hours later because they kept making a mess.
Ji Ho felt like his back was going to pop from his skin when he returned back to his cell and was dreading the wood floor on his back.
His Hyung was ready to start messarge his back, to even out the pain.
However, the moment he draw near, his experience as being at the very bottom told him not to go inside.
So he went to the laundry room and asked the workers if he could help out folding them, in exchange for him to sleep there.
Nobody liked folding giant piles of Laundry for hours, so they promptly agreed.
He was folding for hours and slept on the floor.
He was woken up by a worker telling him to get back to his cell before a guard starts doing morning protocol.
He quickly went back and entered the room, everybody was awake and visible, a terrible opportunity for a fight to break out.
Daryl wouldn't do a thing to him right now and Ji Ho even offered to clean and fold everybody blanket, which was shocking but they all handed it over to him without missing a beat.
And thus became his daily routine of working on his back and sleeping in the laundry room.
The fact that he was so helpful, got the workers of this hellhole to start looking at him differently despite the crime he had committed to get here.
And his pain was starting to not be so much from the repeated work.
The workers allowed to sleep here due to the work, he was doing.
But seeing him disappear in the night for so many days, Ji Ho know he was being followed one night.
He couldn't sleep in his room or lead somebody back to his spot.
He had a pretty good idea who wanted to know where he was sleeping every night, so he went back to the laundry room and when 30 minutes fresh air came the next morning, he called out.
"Daryl!" Ji Ho said, and the large teen twisted around.
Everybody else know things were about to go down and started placing bets.
If Ji Ho couldn't nip this into a bud now, the teen would come for him in night and destroy his goodwill with the workers by ruining the place due to fighting.
"So you stop running away and finally face me?" Said, Daryl, taking off his shirt.
"Who is afraid? Didn't I win last time we fought?" said, Ji Ho. "How has life been treating you since then?"
Daryl could not see his back but those behind Ji Ho sure could.
Everybody behind Ji Ho could swear his back was larger than last time.
Daryl lunged and Ji Ho dodged, as the bets had already been placed.
People wondered if it was going to be a repeat of last time.
It seemed so.
But Daryl was here to test something, that had been bothering him since the last fight.
Why didn't he hit him even once?
Was it to show the difference or could he be hiding the fact he couldn't make a proper fist?
Was he actually weak ass if he exploited this?
Yes, Daryl was more logical this time, not letting his anger overwhelm him.
He called his boys.
Suddenly Ji Ho eyes and every else widen in shock when they saw four guys suddenly standing beside Daryl with an evil look on their faces.
What his Hyung had predicted had come to pass!
"Hey, isn't this cheating?" Said, Ji Ho.
"Who says fights have to be honourable here?" said, Daryl smirking. "A win is a win" before his boys attacked him together.
Each of them attacked cautiously and looked to be level headed while Ji Ho dodged.
He couldn't tire these people out, he had to punch or everybody would question why he kept dodging and would start to suspect he couldn't throw a punch.
Very worst-case scenario.
"Kid, go for the nuts," said, Hyung giving him his unashamed blessing.
So Ji Ho did.
As soon as he got a clear view, he attacked a guy's nuts.
The instantly that blow hit, the guy sang with tears in his eyes and every single male, whether prisoner or guard cringed and protected their manhoods out of reflex.
The guy was down and it was clear he wasn't going to be able to shake that off.
But at the same time, Ji Ho couldn't pull that off again now that the others were alerted to this shameless technique.
He continued to dodge.
"Kid, you need to fight back," said, his Hyung. "Make a first and hit the stomach"
"Are you sure?" Said, Ji Ho, didn't he say he didn't have the power for it?
"I'll protect you from the blowback," he said.
And then Ji Ho saw his clear shot, he got into a stance and thrust his fist forward right into the guy's stomach.
The guy saw stars and he let out blood from his mouth because of the blow, he was coughing on the ground.
Seeing this, Daryl smug smile froze.
Ji Ho was suddenly a lot more confident he spun around to the other guy and used the same stance and hit him in the stomach.
The guy was sent flying and was coughing blood up.
Ji Ho came for Daryl like a tyrant.
"W-Wait. Can't we-" Daryl didn't get to finish as Ji Ho struck him in the face.
He was stunned.
"Again!" Said, his Hyung.
Ji Ho smashed his fist into his face over and over again, to the point he was now physically beating a downed Daryl in front of the whole prison.
The guards saw the scene and 'immediately' acted.
They pulled him off Daryl by force and Ji Ho was taken to isolation for the day.
He didn't notice the time when he was let out, but what he did notice was Daryl broken nose adding to the eye he gave him when he saw him next.
Daryl couldn't look him in the eye and was now keeping his head down.
He had beaten Daryl into submission and was now officially top dog of his block.
With it, came the eyes of big players.