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.

by the lack of response, Dean grabbed Jagoan’s collar and pointed threateningly, “Listen

and you don’t seem

hand away, Jagoan casually

audacity. He couldn’t believe that this seemingly frail newcomer had the nerve to challenge him. Dean wondered if Jagoan had connections he shouldn’t cross and stepped onto Jagoan’s bed, his tone menacing,

immigrant apprehended by immigration. You don’t need to show me any respect because I certainly won’t offer you any. Now, get your feet

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

inmates, equally surprised, watched curiously, eager to see how Dean would respond to

the cell, there were

I call the shots here. When I say jump, you jump. When I say lie down, you lie down. You eat what I tell you to eat, and you

language and asked

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

nodded and said, “You want me to serve you, right? Why don’t you explain the specific

explain, but it’s more practical if I show you in the

other inmates cheered, some asking, “Boss, are you having some fun before sundown? Can

the merchandise first. Afterward, anyone interested can take

Jagoan and ordered, “Let’s go. Follow me to

his bed, and replied

straightened his attire and headed toward the

guts, and I respect that. Everyone,

agreed 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

sneered. “How about I give you a

Dean’s throat with lightning speed, his thumb pressing hard on

Jagoan, a seemingly weak figure, to strike first, and that his grip would be so strong. He couldn’t breathe, and his neck hurt, rendering him

was among the strongest in Brooklyn

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

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