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.

prison guard, “Could you help me

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 make such

seeking transfers were denied and ultimately returned to their

to those who broke the rules, even if they sought cell transfers themselves. Contemplating this, he could only respond with teary eyes, “I was joking earlier. I won’t request a transfer, even

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

and exited the cell, making their way to the cafeteria alongside prisoners from

Cole. Along the way, he observed numerous prisoners headed to the cafeteria,

facial and bodily injuries, some even sporting bandages and crutches, indicating that they had been subjected to

expansive, accommodating up to one or

inside, they promptly retreated behind the iron gate, leaving the prisoners to

for serving meals to the inmates

are generally reserved for

inquired, “Is there a boss from

of District One 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.

asked, “Since Gustavo Sanchez doesn’t pay attention to you, why

about his personal safety in prison. Anyone forming a

shifted towards the entrance to District One, and he whispered

the crowd. A stout, middle-aged man, standing at around

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

wasn’t particularly impressed with Sanchez. He had encountered Mexican criminal organizations before. In essence, they were no different from criminal groups worldwide. They were simply more ruthless and had fewer moral boundaries than most criminal

these ruthless militants were brutal in their tactics, their combat capabilities were not exceptionally strong. Their superiority lay

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

to Dean, “Is Lucas, the ‘Know-It-All,’

pointed to a slim young

moment, Lucas, who had just entered the cafeteria, was queuing for food, engaging in hushed conversations with fellow

noted Lucas’ appearance and planned to approach him later

by the large south-facing window. Sanchez occupied a table for six by the window, while the rest formed a

he saw the dining cart brought in by several guards and a chef.

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

so unabashed in granting privileges. Sanchez’s