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

hearing John Lawrence’s request, everyone, except for Jagoan, looked at him in

prison’s code of conduct, and it was bewildering

straightforward process. However, prisoners who request cell transfers aren’t typically welcomed in other cells. It has happened before that prisoners seeking transfers were denied and ultimately returned

was sound. Prisoners here didn’t take kindly to those who broke the rules, even if they sought cell transfers themselves. Contemplating this,

shoulder and then addressed everyone, “Everyone, leave the

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

eye on the other inmates, hoping to spot Peter Cole among them. However, 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

even sporting bandages and crutches, indicating that they had been subjected to physical

cafeteria in Brooklyn Prison was expansive, accommodating up

guards ushered everyone inside, they promptly retreated behind the iron

to the inmates

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 sunlight

“Is there a boss from Brooklyn

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

asked, “Since Gustavo Sanchez doesn’t pay attention to you, why are you not allowed to associate

his empire in Mexico, he directly and indirectly caused the deaths of at least a 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, 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

entrance to District One, and he

path through the crowd. A stout, middle-aged man, standing at around 1.65 meters, emerged expressionless

are handpicked experts from his own armed forces, responsible for his

organizations before. In essence, they were no different

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

current objective in 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 old photographs. He had no interest in

“Is Lucas, the

then pointed to a slim young man not far away and said,

had just entered the cafeteria, was queuing for

Lucas’ appearance and planned to

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

a chef. Despite the cart being covered by a stainless

bread, salads, Spanish ham, French escargot soup, and more. Moreover, there was a medium-rare prime steak and a bottle of Romanée-Conti red

so unabashed in granting privileges. Sanchez’s meal resembled a three-star Michelin