The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

In this critical moment, Dean didn’t dare doubt Charlie’s words. As Charlie talked about relentless self- destruction, Dean’s heart sank. It was like someone who grew up in a tropical rainforest, never having seen the cold was suddenly thrown into an icy pool. He knew he couldn’t match Charlie, and even his fellow underlings couldn’t make a difference. Escape seemed like an impossible dream.

Dean imagined his comrades sensing something was wrong and rushing in. Charlie would surely take them down easily, leaving Dean with no hope of rescue.

To make things worse, there were still at least four long hours until dinner.

He wasn’t thinking about revenge or saving his pride anymore. All he wanted was for Charlie to stop this inhumane torture and humiliation. Dean found himself reduced to the most humble of pleas, kneeling on the cold, grimy floor, clasping his hands above his head like an obedient pet, hoping for Charlie’s mercy.

Charlie looked at the pitiful sight before him, his sneer dripping with cruelty. He teased, “Has anyone ever begged you like this before, on their knees?”

Dean hesitated for a moment, thinking about all the people he had tortured to their breaking point with his merciless methods. People who had been driven to suicide or tortured to death. Dean might have been more brutal than Charlie when it came to cruelty, using ruthless and degrading methods even on innocent victims. Charlie, for all his ruthlessness, seemed to avoid harming the innocent.

Seeing Dean’s silence, Charlie smirked and continued, “It’s our first meeting, and I don’t know your history, but I’m sure the people outside know exactly what kind of evil you’ve done. Let them enlighten me.”

Charlie grabbed the handle of the toilet brush, lifted it forcefully, and raised Dean from his kneeling position.

This caused another wave of pain in Dean’s mouth. He felt like there wasn’t a single patch of unharmed flesh left, it was all just bloody ulcers. The pain was unbearable.

Charlie, however, didn’t show any sympathy. Dean’s multiple breakdowns were just the beginning for him.

Holding Dean up with one hand by the toilet brush, Charlie walked to the bathroom door and turned the handle.

Outside, fifteen henchmen were ready and eager. One skinny guy, unable to contain his excitement, unfastened his belt and announced, “The boss is done, it’s my turn to have some fun!” With those words, he dashed to the door, expecting Charlie to be satisfied.

But as the door swung open, the skinny guy’s excitement turned to horror. Before him stood a stern Charlie.

He was speechless, but nothing seemed wrong. He kept a sly grin and said, “Ah, our Asian beauty can’t resist a second round, can you?”

Charlie extended his hand, lifting Dean in front of him. “Looks like you’re eager to go next,” he remarked.

The skinny guy now looked like a ghost, terrified beyond measure. He stared, mouth wide open, but didn’t say a word.

He never imagined the pitiful figure before him was Dean, the boss he had admired and followed for so long.

Dean, upon seeing him, tried to call for help, but the toilet brush still blocked his voice. Desperate, he opened his mouth, spewing blood and saliva, drenching the skinny guy’s head in fear.

about Dean’s bad temper. While they enjoyed the show, almost no one dared to get close to see, except the skinny guy. They were unaware of

prompting Jagoan to thrust his foot into the guy’s

guy was thrown out of the bathroom door, hitting the opposite wall and

inmates were shocked by this sudden turn of events.

and asked Dean, “Now, tell me, what were you about to say

mouth, Dean’s last

was absolute. If he let his underlings attack, they would likely be either killed or punished, and Dean’s

several teeth to fall out. Agonizing pain shot

were alarmed. They knew Dean was a formidable opponent, and even in

hesitated, not

response, Jagoan grabbed a plastic chair, sat down in front of the group, and raised the bloodied toilet brush, striking it against

all did well to line up for me. I’ll give you three seconds to

behind the

nodded in approval and declared,

except for the skinny guy,

the unconscious guy by the hair, and dragged him in front of the others. Then he dropped him, leaving

rest, Jagoan stated, “As I mentioned, I’ll break the leg of anyone who doesn’t comply with my command. You must know I keep

couldn’t make sense of Jagoan’s actions. Why was he punishing an unconscious and defenseless man? It seemed unfair and

his fifties spoke up, trembling as he

“Well, they say a man’s word is his bond. I stick to my promises, not necessarily fairness. Anyone who doesn’t fall in line will

asking, “Who are you, and why are

courage to reply, “I am a priest, a servant of God. I speak for

an atheist. I

responded, “Even if you don’t

blaspheming. I

with determination. He fixed his gaze on the priest and

pressed tightly, replied with a hint of panic, “It was about three years ago, give or

and continued, “And how long have you

answered, “Around two years

the ground, and asked, “With your extensive time here, you must have seen this guy torment many other inmates, right? Did you

The priest found