Dean knew these words were not a threat. Charlie would walk the talk. When he heard Charlie say that he would torture him to death, he felt an utmost sense of desperation and agony. He and his fellow prisoners were no match for Charlie, so he was certain he could not get away from Charlie. Even if the fellow inmates realized that something wasn't right and rushed in, Charlie would immediately subdue them, and they couldn't save him either. It was at least four hours before dinner. Getting revenge and preserving his reputation was the last thing he had in mind. All he could think of was for Charlie to stop the inhumane torment and humiliation. He would never have thought that the glory and self-respect he had defended for so long would be completely destroyed today by having the dirty and smelly toilet brush stuck in his mouth. Kneeling on the ground in desperation, he bowed desperately with his hands above his head in the most humble way like a tamed pet dog, asking for C
The skinny man soon realized that it was Charlie, who wore a cold expression, who was standing in front of him. He was taken aback but didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. He grinned obscenely, "Hey, cutie. You can't wait for a second round, huh?" With a flat smile, Charlie grabbed Dean up from the inside of the door with one hand, brought him to the front, and scoffed, "It seems that you want to be the second one." The skinny man opened his mouth wide in terror as if he had seen a ghost but couldn't say a word or make a sound. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him, who was so miserable and distorted, was Dean, whom he had admired all along. When Dean saw him, he subconsciously wanted to call for help, but the toilet brush was still stuffed in his mouth. As he opened his mouth, the blood and saliva immediately gushed out, causing goosebumps to rise on the skinny man. The other inmates couldn't see what was currently happening. They knew Dean had a bad temper
As soon as Charlie finished speaking, Dean struggled and stood behind the red line made of his own blood. Charlie then raised another finger and shouted, "Two!" The others were still shocked, but when they saw Dean follow Charlie's order despite his miserable state, they knew that Charlie was serious and quickly lined up behind the red line. Charlie nodded and said lightly, "Three." At this moment, everyone had lined up except the skinny man whom Charlie had kicked and subsequently fainted. Charlie stood up, walked past the line, went to the back, and glared at the skinny man who was still unconscious. He leaned down a little, grabbed the man's curly hair, and dragged him to the front of the line. He tossed the man to the ground, leaving him lying motionless like a corpse, and turned toward the line. "I said everyone must stand in line when I count to three, didn't I?! But this gentleman lay there like a log and disregarded my order. How can I gain your respect as a leader?
Charlie nodded, pointed at Dean on the ground, and asked, "In that case, you must have seen him torturing many of your fellow inmates, right? Tell me, did you protect the victims when he tortured them?" "I-I..." the priest tittered nervously. The priest did not intend to speak for the skinny man nor did he want to help him. When Charlie came out of the bathroom with the toilet brush in Dean's mouth, he realized that Charlie had ascended the throne and become the new leader here, and it had opened a new era in this cell. It was merely a ploy of his to appear righteous and justified to gain Charlie's trust and emphasize that he and Dean were not in the same league. Moreover, he highly believed that by introducing himself as a priest, he would not be targeted and retaliated against by Charlie. As a result, he could be well protected and gain the favor of the new leader. In spite of that, his carefully crafted gimmick was ruined by Charlie single-handedly. Previously, when Dean
Dean had thought that Charlie would continue to torture him. Instead, he had been given a chance to contribute. At this moment, he felt a glimmer of hope. Excited, he nodded profusely to express his sincerity. "No problem, sir. I'll take good care of him and make him happy." Jonah was so terrified and shocked that he almost fainted. Knowing Dean's attitude, he could imagine how Dean would torture him in exchange for Charlie's praise. As the thought flashed across his mind, Jonah fell to his knees and begged, "Please forgive me! I'm old. I can't stand it!" Charlie waved him off. "It's okay, don't worry. You won't die." He turned to Dean and directed, "Listen carefully. No matter what you do, you must make sure he stays safe and alive, do you understand?" "Yes, yes!" Dean nodded repeatedly. After that, he looked at the teary Jonah and assured, "Don't worry, Jonah. I'll be gentle!" Instead of feeling glad, Jonah realized that his future days would be bleak and terrible. H
Charlie immediately pointed at the man and scolded, "What's wrong with you? Don't you understand my command?!" The man desperately shook his head and whimpered, "I-I'm sorry, sir. I-I can't tell left from right..." "You can't tell left from right? I see..." Charlie smiled slightly. "It's okay. I can help you with that." With that, Charlie grabbed the man's right hand, and with a little force on his thumb, broke the latter’s right wrist single-handedly like breaking a pencil. In contrast to the man's agonized wail, Charlie reprimanded him indifferently, "Remember, this is the damned right! I believe you can tell left from right from now on." Charlie's action gave the inmates goosebumps, and then they heard Charlie shout, "Turn left!" The inmates quickly turned around. The guy who had just broken his right wrist turned in the correct direction this time. Nodding in satisfaction, Charlie pointed to the man on the far left and ordered, "Starting with you. Tell me your name, w
"Aye aye, captain!" The man slapped Jonah without hesitation. The inmate on the other side of Jonah swiftly joined the man to slap Jonah too. Both men were too tired to lift their arms before they could complete 100 slaps. Jonah, on the other hand, was worse off. His face was completely swollen. Someone would have mistaken him as a corpse that had been drowned in water for weeks. Jonah fainted by the time the slapping was over. One of the men asked respectfully, "Sir, the 100 slaps are over. What should we do with him?" "Drag him to the bathroom and leave him there." Charlie waved his hand. "Aye aye, sir!" the man replied. He signaled toward the other man, and both of them carried the unconscious Jonah to the bathroom. The introductions then continued. Most of the remaining inmates had been arrested for murder and assault. Almost all of them were gang members in New York, and some were Dean's underlings. After the inmates had finished introducing themselves, Charlie turne
The inmates would have given Charlie the cold shoulder had this happened a few hours ago. However, after experiencing and witnessing Charlie's wrath and ruthlessness, the inmates did not think that Charlie's request was excessive. Therefore, they nodded vigorously, fearing that Charlie would be upset if they didn't respond quickly enough. Seeing them nodding in agreement, Charlie smiled and commanded, "Since you have no objections, we will start right away. The cell is so dirty and smelly, so you should clean it first. It must be spotless, or you will all be punished." Without hesitation, the inmates immediately began to clean the cell. In order to fulfill Charlie's request, those who could move immediately joined in the spring cleaning. Some were in charge of removing all the bedding that had not been cleaned and bringing them to the bathroom, some washing the bedding, while the rest started to clean the cell. They were fully aware of the consequences if Charlie was not sa