Envisioning Gustavo’s face, Lucas swiftly packed up his belongings and migrated to Jagoan’s cell as the break neared its conclusion.

As Gustavo entered Jagoan’s cell, his immediate exclamation was, “Mr. Jagoan, why is your cell so spotless?”

All eyes among the inmates darted between each other, memories of today’s grueling cleaning flashing vividly.

Jagoan smirked and responded, “Hygiene is the top priority in this cell. Whether they’re in for arson, assault, or fraud, anyone engaging in unhygienic behavior pays in blood.”

Jagoan fixed Gustavo with a serious gaze, adding, “That includes you.”

Quick to assure compliance, Gustavo hastily vowed, “Rest assured, Mr. Jagoan, I’ll strictly follow all your orders!”

For Gustavo, survival hinged on Jagoan’s goodwill. In this context, he dared not put on a facade.

Surveying Jagoan’s cell, Gustavo eagerly informed him, “Mr. Jagoan, I dropped at least two hundred grand on Bruce Weinstein tonight. He owes me a favor. Anything you need, just ask him, he won’t dare refuse!”

Intrigued, Jagoan inquired, “Your two Miss Universes tonight cost $200,000?”

as he explained, “They flew in, airfare, rooms, and all. Two hundred grand is a

they

“Mr. Jagoan,

is about to hit rock bottom. Soon, he’ll wander New York like a lost soul, seeking my help

asked, “He partied with two

an air of mystery,

his phone, shared a brief update with Isaac Cameron on WeChat, and patiently

had just arrived at the opulent Aman Hotel in downtown New York – the heart of Manhattan and

had reserved the hotel’s most expensive presidential suite for the night, a lavish

inkling

where two Miss Universe from Latin America awaited. Dressed provocatively, they played the roles of a submissive maid

cooing, “Dear master, you’re back!” The female prisoner stammered

scene of unparalleled luxury. His desire surged, and he

room, he felt an excruciating pain

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