The Charismatic Charlie Wade

To meet Jagoan’s expectations promptly, the fifteen prisoners began cleaning everything that could still be moved with determination. They tossed all the long-neglected bedding into the bathroom, assigning a few to manage the cleaning while the rest tackled various areas.

Even those who were injured, as long as they could still move, contributed their efforts. Those with broken legs found seats and wiped the lower halves of the walls, while those with injured hands improvised by stepping on towels and scrubbing the floors.

Thanks to the sizable workforce and the compact space, it didn’t take long for the inmates to transform the room into a spotless environment.

None of the fifteen prisoners had anticipated that this cell would one day be cleaner than a five-star hotel.

They were well aware that if Jagoan found the hygiene even slightly unsatisfactory, they would face physical consequences. Furthermore, they were acutely aware of the agony that Jagoan’s punishment could inflict.

The once-sticky floor now gleamed, requiring caution to prevent slipping. However, the lingering odors of body sweat and cigarette smoke remained deeply ingrained and challenging to eliminate.

So, Jagoan added another rule temporarily, no one was permitted to smoke in the cell or bathroom, or else they would face a hundred slaps.

Despite their severe addiction to smoking, none of the prisoners dared to voice any objections at this point.

At half-past five in the afternoon, it was dinner time.

The prison guard arrived to take a headcount. Upon seeing the injured Dean, he was particularly startled. He was about to inquire about the situation when he noticed several other prisoners with severed limbs, intensifying his astonishment.

Observing Jagoan, who had just arrived, appearing calm and content without a single scar on his face, the prison guard surmised that Jagoan was responsible for these injuries.

However, he refrained from inquiring further. He understood the rules of Brooklyn Prison better than the prisoners did. The inmates here did not trouble the guards unless absolutely necessary, and the guards did not interfere in the prisoners’ internal matters unless compelled.

The hierarchy of priorities in the prison was as follows, first, do not resist, second, do not kill anyone, third, do not attempt to escape.

In essence, as long as the prisoners did not attack the prison guards, were still within the prison, and remained alive, everything else was of no concern to the guards.

Currently, none of the injured inmates had requested medical attention, signifying their reluctance to involve the prison. Hence, the prison guard saw no reason to inquire. He merely counted the prisoners and directed them to form a line to proceed to the cafeteria.

However, when he noticed John Lawrence’s swollen face resembling a pig’s head, he couldn’t help but express his surprise, “Father, what happened to you?”

Upon hearing the term “father,” John Lawrence shuddered in fear. He quickly clarified, “I’m not a priest! I have renounced my priesthood!”

In fact, John Lawrence had welcomed being addressed as a priest by fellow inmates. Despite their criminal pasts, many prisoners held religious beliefs. Encountering a priest who was also an inmate granted him some favor, even though they were aware of his tarnished history.

particular disdain for his past as a priest, resulting in him receiving

he instinctively inquired quietly of the prison guard, “Could you help me switch cells?

except for Jagoan, looked at him

Brooklyn Prison stipulated that internal matters were to be resolved internally. Seeking assistance from the prison guards violated the prison’s code of conduct, and it was bewildering that John Lawrence would make such a request. Did he

request cell transfers aren’t typically welcomed in other cells. It has happened before that prisoners seeking transfers were denied and ultimately returned to their original cells. Which cell

take kindly to those who broke the rules, even if they sought cell transfers themselves. Contemplating this, he could only respond with teary eyes, “I was joking earlier. I won’t request a transfer, even if I’m beaten to

guard patted his shoulder and then addressed everyone, “Everyone, leave the cell and head to

and exited the cell, making their way to the cafeteria alongside prisoners

other inmates, hoping to spot Peter Cole among them. However, he did not come across Peter Cole. Along the way, he observed numerous

they had been subjected to physical abuse. This explained why the prison guard had shown

Brooklyn Prison was expansive, accommodating up

they promptly retreated behind the iron gate, leaving the prisoners to govern

the

has designated occupants. Seats by the south-side window are generally reserved for the bosses

a boss from

Gustavo Sanchez. He doesn’t pay much attention to us small-time gangsters and prohibits us from associating with the boss of District Two as well. So we dare not socialize with other bosses, otherwise, we’ll have to align

pay attention to you, why

Consequently, he’s highly cautious about his personal safety in prison. Anyone forming a gang in his district poses a potential threat. Once he identifies someone attempting to form a gang, especially collaborating with the boss from District Two, he issues a death sentence. This man commands his own armed forces in Mexico, capable of eliminating an entire family if he feels

nodded. Just then, Dean’s gaze shifted towards the entrance to District One, and he

a path through the crowd. A stout, middle-aged man, standing at around 1.65 meters, emerged expressionless as the group’s leader. Several burly bodyguards flanked

people surrounding Sanchez are handpicked experts from his

essence, they were no different from criminal groups worldwide. They were simply more ruthless and had

Jagoan had dismantled an entire criminal organization. Although these ruthless militants were brutal in their tactics, their combat capabilities were not exceptionally strong. Their superiority lay mainly in their dominance over ordinary civilians. However, they were no match

sought to locate Felix Cole from Vintage Deluxe, also known as Peter Cole in his father’s old photographs. He had no interest in the identity of

“Is

the area for a while, then pointed to a slim young man not far away and said, “That’s

was queuing for food, engaging

Lucas’ appearance and planned to approach

by the large south-facing window. Sanchez occupied a table for six by the window, while the rest formed a semicircle

by several guards and a chef. Despite the cart being covered by a stainless steel lid, the aroma emanating from it made many prisoners salivate