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.

inquired quietly of the prison guard, “Could you help me switch cells?

except for Jagoan, looked at him

guards violated the prison’s code of conduct, and it was bewildering that John Lawrence would make such a request. Did he believe

in other cells. It has happened before that prisoners seeking transfers were denied and ultimately returned to their original cells. Which cell

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 if

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

line and exited the cell, making

observed numerous prisoners headed to the cafeteria, representing

crutches, indicating that they had been subjected

Brooklyn Prison was expansive, accommodating up to

ushered everyone inside, they promptly retreated behind the iron

for serving meals to the inmates fell upon the

generally reserved for the bosses and their underlings from both

there a boss from

Two as well. So we dare not socialize with other bosses, otherwise, we’ll have to align

Sanchez doesn’t pay attention to you, why are you not allowed to

thousand people, including many government officials. Slavemerous individuals in 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,

gaze shifted towards the entrance to District One, and he whispered to Jagoan,

striding in, forcefully clearing a path through the crowd. A stout, middle-aged man, standing at

handpicked

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

criminal organization. Although these ruthless militants were brutal in their tactics, their combat capabilities were not exceptionally strong. Their superiority lay mainly in their dominance over ordinary civilians. However, they

Brooklyn Prison was not to dispense justice or uphold righteousness. He merely sought to locate Felix Cole from Vintage Deluxe, also known as Peter Cole in his father’s

Dean, “Is Lucas, the ‘Know-It-All,’

to a slim young man not far

just entered the cafeteria, was queuing for food, engaging in hushed

appearance and planned to approach

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

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

including bread, salads, Spanish ham, French escargot soup, and

hadn’t expected the American prison to be so unabashed in