The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Chapter 5558

Before long, the prison guards led Jagoan to Cell No. 8, his new home. Inside, the prisoners were making noise, but the guards quickly restored order, and everyone formed a makeshift line in the center of the cell.

Two guards at the door checked the headcount through the iron railings and signaled their colleagues to unlock the gate with the intercom. Once the green light was given, the two guards entered the cell to ensure everything was in order before motioning for Jagoan to follow. As he entered, an unpleasant odor filled the air, a mix of unwashed bodies, dirty bedding, and the smell of the communal toilet.

Jagoan grimaced at the foul smell, but his fellow inmates seemed unfazed by the cell’s unsanitary conditions. One of the inmates noticed Jagoan’s discomfort and teased, “Looks like our new roommate isn’t too thrilled with our accommodations!”

Laughter erupted among the prisoners, and another inmate chimed in, “Seems like he’s got delicate skin and a soft disposition. Right up your alley, isn’t it?”

Amid the laughter, Jagoan frowned and shot a glare at the inmate, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge.

The burly man chuckled and added, “I’ll have him accustomed to my musk and my ‘little brother’ soon enough!”

The inmate, catching Jagoan’s gaze, raised his eyebrows provocatively.

The lead prison guard stepped forward and introduced Jagoan, saying, “This is your new cellmate who will be staying in bed No. 16 from now on.” He then addressed the teasing inmate, “Dean, I’d advise you to keep things in check. We’re still dealing with the consequences of your previous actions. You’ve caused trouble one too many times.”

Dean shrugged and said, “Come on, it was just a bit of fun with that kid. I was supposed to mentor him and provide some entertainment. He couldn’t handle it and tried to end it all. Can you blame me?”

Another inmate chimed in, “Exactly! The boss showed him some favor, and he should’ve considered it a privilege! What’s there to complain about?”

The prison guard responded sternly, “He’s not deceased yet. He’s still receiving medical care.” He then gave Jagoan a stern look and said to Dean, “But his survival is uncertain, so please, don’t make my job any harder.”

Dean grinned and assured, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep things under control.”

With a nod, the prison guard turned away, and the cell’s gate closed automatically.

The remaining prisoners relaxed visibly. Dean approached Jagoan, a smile on his face. “Hey, newcomer, let me explain how things work in this cell.”

Jagoan ignored him and went to bed No. 16.

Dean grabbed Jagoan’s collar and pointed threateningly, “Listen here, kid. You better

unpleasant, and you don’t seem to care about hygiene. This cell

Dean’s hand away, Jagoan casually arranged

connections he shouldn’t cross and

affiliations. I’m just an undocumented immigrant apprehended by immigration. You don’t need to show me any respect because I certainly

this cell, everyone usually obeyed him. He could usually dominate and bully anyone he pleased. He never expected a seemingly fragile Asian man to

eager to

cell, there were

lie down, you lie down. You eat what

and vulgar language and

and replied, “I’m not, but in this place, I

“You want me to serve you, right? Why don’t you explain

practical if I show you in the bathroom, step by step. That way,

you having some fun before sundown? Can we have a go when you’re

replied, “Let me inspect the merchandise first. Afterward, anyone interested can take

Jagoan and ordered, “Let’s go.

nodded, gestured at the foot of his bed, and replied calmly, “I’ll discuss those shoe prints

his attire and headed

onlookers, saying, “You’ve got guts, and I respect that. Everyone, wait outside and

with smiles before Dean entered the

door and turned to Jagoan, a sly grin on his face. “It’s been a while since I met someone as fragile as you, ever since that kid…

sneered. “How about I give you a lesson in

Jagoan’s hand shot forward, clamping around Dean’s throat with lightning speed, his thumb pressing hard on Dean’s

weak figure, to strike first, and that his grip would

physical training had inflated Dean’s confidence in his strength, believing he was among the strongest in Brooklyn Prison. Yet here he was, being overpowered by a slender

neck throbbed with pain as Jagoan continued to squeeze. Breathing became impossible, and Dean’s face

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