Charlie entered the cramped elevator, trailed by Bruce.

The control panel boasted simplicity, featuring only a solitary green button.

Bruce, with a press of the button, turned to Charlie and explained, “Hit this to go up when someone’s below and the top button for descent. No lingering in the middle.”

Charlie nodded as the elevator began its descent. He shot a glance at Bruce and inquired, “How deep does this go?”

Respectfully, Bruce replied, “Sixty meters in total.”

Unable to contain his curiosity, Charlie asked, “How on earth did you manage to excavate such a deep, secret elevator shaft without anyone noticing?”

Bruce elaborated, “Despite Brooke Clark Prison posing as a federal facility, it’s been under the control of the Rothschild family. They funded renovations recently, with the money mostly funneled into constructing this underground stronghold and elevator shaft.”

Pausing for effect, Bruce added, “While there’s just this one visible entrance, there’s an underground one-way passage accessible from the outside.”

went through all this trouble in Brooklyn

the Rothschild family. They want absolute control. This secret passage allows them to discreetly transfer or hide

commented, “So, the rich care

arched tunnel. An iron door marked the end, flanked by rooms on either side. Bruce pointed to the door and announced to

a cold demeanor, ordered,

swiftly approached, entering a password on the door. The iron door swung open with a

sight inside

a toilet and a constantly flowing faucet. Chained to the toilet was a bearded man,

an uncomfortable, curled-up position. As Jagoan’s eyes met Peter’s, the

recognizing Peter as the manager from Vintage Deluxe, approached, held Peter’s hands, and whispered, “Mr. Cole,

tears streaming, stammered, “Young Master…

and my father, so I came to the United States to find you,

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