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.

“Could you help me

hearing John Lawrence’s request, everyone, except for Jagoan,

matters were to be resolved internally. Seeking assistance from the prison guards violated the prison’s code of conduct, and it was bewildering that John Lawrence would

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

Lawrence, with tears in his eyes, realized that the prison guard’s reasoning was sound. Prisoners here didn’t take kindly to those who broke the rules, even if they sought cell transfers

addressed everyone, “Everyone, leave the cell and head

command, they formed a line and exited the cell, making their way to the cafeteria alongside prisoners from

he did not come across Peter Cole. Along the way, he observed numerous prisoners headed to the cafeteria, representing a diverse range of ethnicities and ages. However, approximately half of them were heavily tattooed and muscular, revealing their affiliation with

that they had been subjected to

Prison was expansive, accommodating up to one or

inside, they promptly retreated behind the iron gate,

the inmates fell upon the

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

“Is there a

is Gustavo Sanchez. He doesn’t pay much attention to us small-time 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

pay attention to you,

Mexico seek vengeance against him. Consequently, he’s highly cautious about his personal safety in prison. Anyone forming a gang in his district poses a potential threat. Once he identifies someone attempting to form a gang, especially collaborating with the boss from District Two, he issues a death sentence. This man commands his own armed forces in Mexico, capable of eliminating an entire family if he feels provoked. We cannot afford to

entrance to District One, and

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 expressionless as the group’s leader. Several burly bodyguards

are handpicked experts from his own armed

Mexican criminal organizations before. In essence, they were no different from criminal groups

militants were brutal in their tactics, their combat capabilities were not

merely sought to locate Felix Cole from Vintage Deluxe, also known as Peter Cole in his father’s old

Dean, “Is Lucas, the ‘Know-It-All,’

to a slim young man not far away

cafeteria, was queuing for food, engaging in hushed

planned to approach him

south-facing window. Sanchez occupied a table for six by the

dining cart brought in by several guards and a chef. Despite the cart being covered by a stainless steel lid, the aroma

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 escargot soup, and more. Moreover, there was a medium-rare prime steak and a bottle

be so