The Charismatic Charlie Wade

When Bruce Weinstein returned to the prison with the assistance of his friend Mark, the agony he endured almost drove him to the brink of despair.

Given the prison’s strict regulations, outsiders were generally forbidden from entering. To avoid unnecessary complications, Bruce arranged for his confidants to pick him up outside, while Mark had to make a brief return to the hospital.

Back in his office, Bruce gritted his teeth through the pain, instructing his confidants to head to the section where Jagoan was held, intending to discreetly extract him from his cell.

A prison guard arrived at Jagoan’s cell door, swung it open, and declared, “Who’s Mr. Jagoan? Step out.”

Jagoan, silent and composed, rose from his bed and approached the door without uttering a word.

The guard secured the cells and whispered to Jagoan, “The warden’s expecting you in the office. Follow me.”

Jagoan nodded, following the guard out of the prison area. The guard guided him to the prison’s medical department, steering him into the doctor’s office during the doctor’s off hours. Handing Jagoan a prison guard’s uniform, shoes, and hat, he murmured, “Change into these, and I’ll take you to see the warden.”

Jagoan didn’t question the directive, swiftly changing into the prison guard attire. The guard then made a call on his cell phone.

A fellow guard, matching Jagoan’s height and build, entered the scene. The escorting guard whispered to the new one, “Wait here, keep it quiet, and don’t engage on the phone. Contact me. I’ll lock the door after I leave, and you stay put until I return.”

The new guard nodded, saying, “Got it, captain.”

Relieved, the initial guard handed his hat to Jagoan and ordered, “Put on your hat. Let’s go. Remember, keep your head down outside to avoid the surveillance camera.”

slightly, donned the hat, and

his card, escorting Jagoan

weren’t feeling well, and I took you to

thinking the guard’s strategy of substituting the civet cat with the prince was sound. With the uniform and hat, the surveillance

warden’s office door. The guard knocked thrice, then, without waiting for a response,

we’ve brought him,” the guard

Weinstein, as if encountering a savior, urgently said to Jagoan, “Mr. Jagoan, come in quickly! Guard,

the heavy, soundproof door

Jagoan, you have to save me!

much effort to quietly reach this office, his objective was finally within

said coldly, “Don’t worry. Though your little brother is

Weinstein instinctively responded, “How can that be? My friend, a doctor, said it’s already dead. If you don’t treat me,

reiki here. It won’t die.

asked, “Reiki? What’s

coldly inquired, “Tell me, is there a secret passage

muttering, “Who are you? How do

“I’m here for Peter

Bruce Weinstein’s mind, Jagoan

an elevator shaft. There’s a secret cell beneath it, and Peter Cole is