Looking at the tray in Gary’s hand, there was a large amount of spit all over it. It wasn’t like a regular person’s spit; otherwise, Gary might have just removed the part that had been affected and ate around it.

Food was food, and he came from a place where food was precious, and he was thankful that he would just be able to eat another meal that filled his belly. With his special Altered case, being a werewolf, he got hungry more often, and with the food all around him, his stomach was rumbling.

Which was why right now, he was trying everything possible to keep his rage in, and not just go over there and smash the tray right over the face of the person who had ruined his food.

"I remember what the guard said, the only place that I can't cause trouble is in here. Clearly, it seems that there are some liberties people can take, though."

Finally deciding what to do, Gary had turned and started to walk toward Stinger and his group, along with the one that had spat on his food.

"Hey, do you really think the new guy's going to do it? Is he going to act out on the first day?" One of the members of the South gang asked, talking to his leader by the side, who had short spiked hair that looked to be a similar shade of his skin, giving it the appearance that it all blended in.

"It happens; people ignore the warnings of the guards. After all, the guards are all human. So what can they do, right? They just don't know if they act, that's what brings out the warden."

Heading over, Stinger and the rest of his men couldn't help but continue to smirk, and they were bracing themselves to take a hit. It had been a while since they had seen the warden fighting against someone, so they thought the matter would be quite exciting.

Which was why they were slightly confused when Gary walked past Stinger and the spitter and stopped right at a certain individual. Gary then placed his tray on the table and grabbed Zig's tray of food.

"You said in the cell that I needed to give you my food, right? So here you go," Gary commented. "Enjoy."

Gary walked away with Zig's tray of food, and he was unable to do anything. His body wouldn't let him due to what had happened last time. The mention of food had completely frozen him up.

"Zig, what the F*ck, you just let him take your food. You didn't even grab your tray or say anything. What was that?" Another member asked.

"I'm sorry; I just didn't expect him to do that. I was just a bit frozen and didn't know what to do."

"Well, one thing's clear," Stinger said. "He doesn't respect us. For him to do something like that right in front of me. After we sent him a nice warning gift as well, I guess we just have to teach him a lesson."

Gary went ahead and sat on a table where prisoners were spread apart. None of them looked like the famed Black Jack he was looking for. Instead, these prisoners looked like those who had been rejected from the other groups and had to live in fear every day.

Either way, it wasn't something Gary had to worry about.

After food was done, everyone started to exit from the main lunch hall and entered the large area. This included Gary.

As he got out, he started to look around; he didn't want to just waste his time in the place.

"Now, if I had a name like Black Jack or was so strong that others left me alone, where would I be?" Gary thought.

While looking at the faces of others, he could see many of them looking his way and smiling. He had no idea why, but soon he noticed that they had sat by the large seats, they had lent up against the wall.

From the south and north, multiple people were coming over but not too close. That was until a certain individual had come over, with a group of ten people with him. It was none other than Stinger.

"I didn't think it would come to this," Stinger commented. "We gave you plenty of opportunities so that it wouldn't have to come to this. But you forced your hand; you disrespected us so it means we need to teach you and show you your place, just like the one before you."

Gary had half-expected this, and if there was at least one thing to take out of this, at least he would get some experience.

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By the staircase that was stationed a bit behind Stinger and his group, there was a man who was beaten and bruised; his body hurt all over. They had him lying on top of the highest staircase.

This was the newest prison member before Gary had arrived and the person they had made work of just before. He had been recovering nearly this entire time, and keeping watch over him were two other members of Stinger's group.

As he turned his head to the side, he could see what was about to happen, and what stood out to him was the green-colored hair. Seeing it, now he was the one with a big smile on his face.

"Now I remember, the Howlers gang... and I'm sure of it, that guy, he's Gary Dem," the man chuckled.

The two guarding him turned their heads in annoyance.

"Just shut up, and watch the new guy take a beating."

The sound of small, pained laughter appeared behind them.

"You guys don't understand, do you? The gang that kid's from, the Howlers Gang, they managed to take out Notsburg and are rumored to be the strongest tier 2 gang in the country."

The others turned to look at him like he was a madman.

"You're crazy; if that gang was so big, then surely we would have heard of them."

"And how long have you guys been in this facility before? That gang rose to the top quicker than any group before; that's what's so scary about them, and you guys don't even know who you're about to mess with because that guy, Gary Dem, he's the famous AFC Rookie who had suddenly disappeared. He's going to kick Stinger's and the entirety of your group's arse!"

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