The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

To meet Charlie’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 Charlie found the hygiene even slightly unsatisfactory, they would face physical consequences. Furthermore, they were acutely aware of the agony that Charlie’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, Charlie 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 Charlie, who had just arrived, appearing calm and content without a single scar on his face, the prison guard surmised that Charlie 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.

However, John Lawrence recognized that Jagoan harbored a particular disdain for his past as a priest, resulting in him receiving a hundred slaps daily. The mere thought of it left him despondent.

guard, “Could you help me

everyone, except for Jagoan, looked at him

conduct, and it was bewildering that John Lawrence would make such a request. Did he believe

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 would be willing to accept him after switching? Once he’s beaten again, he’ll have no choice

the rules, even if they sought cell transfers themselves. Contemplating this, he could

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

they formed a line and exited the cell, making their way to the

come across Peter Cole. Along the way, he observed numerous prisoners headed to the cafeteria, representing a diverse

bodily injuries, some even sporting bandages and crutches, indicating that they had been subjected to physical abuse. This explained

Prison was expansive, accommodating up to one or two

everyone inside, they promptly retreated

responsibility for serving meals to the inmates fell upon the prisoners

seating during meals here isn’t random. Nearly every area has designated occupants. Seats by the south-side window are generally reserved for the bosses and their underlings from both prison areas. We can only sit by the north-side window. Although there’s no

a boss

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 with the boss from District Two. After all, he hails from a New York

attention to you, why

cautious about his personal safety in prison. Anyone forming a gang in his district poses a potential threat. Once he identifies someone

the entrance to District

of sight, Jagoan spotted several dark-skinned Mexicans striding in, forcefully clearing a path through the crowd. A stout, middle-aged man, standing at around 1.65 meters, emerged

confided in Jagoan, “The people surrounding Sanchez are handpicked experts from his

had encountered Mexican criminal organizations before. In essence, they were no different from criminal groups worldwide. They

their combat capabilities were not exceptionally strong. Their superiority lay mainly in their dominance

justice or uphold righteousness. He merely sought to locate Felix Cole from Vintage Deluxe, also known as Peter Cole

“Is Lucas, the ‘Know-It-All,’

pointed to a slim young

cafeteria, was queuing

planned to approach

over a dozen individuals had already settled by the large south-facing window. Sanchez occupied a table

chef. Despite the cart being covered by a stainless

cart was positioned right beside Sanchez. His men immediately uncovered the cart to reveal a selection of exquisite dishes, including bread, salads, Spanish ham, French

astonished. He hadn’t expected the American prison to be so unabashed in granting privileges. Sanchez’s meal resembled a three-star Michelin dining