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
Charlie asked, "What about Area 2?" Dean responded, "The boss of Area 2 is Moses Norris, the boss of the New York mafia ten years ago. Back then, he was infamous in New York and had many members under him. The Italians from Sicily didn't even dare to fart in New York when he was still out there, but ever since he was imprisoned, the Italians rose and took over the streets." Charlie nodded and asked, "How long until dinner?" Dean looked at the digital clock and replied, "Forty minutes." "Okay." Charlie nodded and instructed, "Introduce Leandro to me when we get to the dining area.""Sure!" Dean agreed respectfully. Charlie smiled slightly and suddenly reproached, "By the way, you won't try to snitch on me during mealtime, will you?" "No, I won't, sir!" Dean waved his hand hastily and promised, "Don't worry, my lips are sealed. I won't tell the guards anything. There's an unwritten rule in the prison that we solve our problems ourselves and shall never seek the guards' help.
In order to fulfill Charlie's demand, the fifteen inmates started cleaning up the cell immediately. They threw all the bedding that had not been changed in a long time into the bathroom. Some inmates were in charge of washing the bedding while the rest started cleaning all corners of the cell. As for the injured, they tried their best to participate by all means. Those with broken legs sat on the floor and wiped the lower part of the wall, and those with broken arms stepped on the towel and wiped the floor. Because of the large number of people and the small space, it didn't take long for the inmates to make the cell spotless. None of the fifteen inmates would have thought that their cell would one day be cleaner than a five-star hotel room. They knew that they would be beaten if Charlie was not happy with the result, and he would not be merciful when punishing them. The floor that used to be sticky and dirty was now as shiny as new, and it was so slippery they had to be care
Jonah shuddered in fear when he heard the word "Father" and snapped, "No! Don't call me Father! I'm no longer a priest!" In the past, Jonah enjoyed being addressed as ‘Father’. Many prisoners had religious beliefs although they had committed countless crimes. They would respect a priest when they saw one in prison even though they knew that the priest might have done something wrong to be convicted and imprisoned. However, Jonah knew that Charlie was upset with him because of his past identity as a priest. He could see his bleak future when he thought of the punishment of 100 slaps per day. Therefore, he gathered his courage, went to the guard, and whispered, "Can you do me a favor and transfer me to another cell? I don't like this one..." Except for Charlie, all the prisoners gasped and glanced at Jonah in shock as soon as Jonah spoke. The rule of Brooklyn Prison was that internal affairs would be handled internally. Whoever went to the guards for help was breaking the rul
Charlie asked, "Do you have a boss here?" Dean shook his head and replied, "The boss of Area 1 is Gustavo. He looks down on hooligans like us and won't let us get too close to the other bosses here, so we don't dare to disobey his orders. Otherwise, I would go to Moses because he is from New York and is our senior." Charlie asked curiously, "Since Gustavo looks down on you, why doesn't he let you off to the other bosses?" Dean sighed and lamented, "Gustavo has too many enemies. Rumor has it that he killed at least thousands of people when he was making his way up in Mexico, and many of them were government officials. Countless people in Mexico want to take revenge on him, so he is very concerned about his safety. Anyone who forms a gang in Area 1 is a certain threat to him. If he finds someone in Area 1 forming a gang, especially with people from Area 2, he will issue a death warning. He has his own army in Mexico and will send a team to kill the whole family. It's too much of a
Seeing Dean drooling at Gustavo's dinner, Charlie asked curiously, "Has Gustavo always been so lofty here?" "Yes," Dean responded and hissed in pain as his own saliva came into contact with the wound in his mouth. Then, he cleared his throat, frowned a little because of the pain, and continued, "He has been this high-profile since the day he was imprisoned. He brought the chef over from Mexico. I heard they have a specific corner in the kitchen where his chef makes three meals for him daily." Speaking of this, Dean whined in envy, "Brooklyn Prison is a federal prison, and it doesn't permit conjugal visits, but Gustavo has privileges. He has three three-hour conjugal visits a week. I even heard that his underlings arrange women for his entertainment from time to time..." Charlie frowned skeptically as he noted Dean's envious expression. "Why are you jealous? Aren't you gay?" "I-I..." Dean spluttered with a miserable wince. "I'm not... I wouldn't have touched those guys if I had
Julien was startled by the slovenly old man with a scruffy beard, gray hair, and sloppy appearance. Sensing that the old man recognized him as a member of the Rothschild family, he asked curiously, "Do you know me?" "Yes! Of course, I know you!" Salem cried. "You're Julien Rothschild, Harrison's eldest son. I... We are somehow related. My name is Salem Steve Whittaker, head of the Whittaker family. In fact, we share the same middle name, Steve. Please... Please save us!" After hearing this, Julien looked at the man wailing and begging him and the sickly younger man on the bed crying and struggling to sit up. The scene and the realization that dawned upon him horrified him. Although he had been ordered to look for the Whittaker pair, it had never crossed his mind that he would find them on the first day he arrived in Aurous Hill. What shocked him even more was that it was actually Charlie who had locked them up! And from the looks of it, they were being tortured so miserably.
After descending to the underground level, Julien discovered that this was indeed a miniature prison. There was a long corridor in front of him, and on either side of the corridor were rooms sealed off by reinforced concrete walls on iron railings. Each room had no walls facing the corridor but iron railings that allowed you to see everything inside at a glance. Even the simple toilet inside had only a one-meter-high wall, and people's heads were exposed when using the toilet. Even though it was completely underground, the air, temperature, and humidity inside were no different from those above. Charlie thought there would be a strange smell when he came down, but he was surprised that he didn't feel any discomfort at all. Albert came to him and said, "Mr. Wade, we installed a fresh air system when we built this place. The air in here is circulated twice an hour. It even includes a central dehumidification system, so it doesn't feel humid even underground. I also installed centra
Jiro swiftly ran up from the descending staircase. When he saw Charlie and Albert, he was pleasantly surprised and greeted them enthusiastically, "Hello, Mr. Wade, Don Albert, and Mr. Cameron!" Next, he saw the unfamiliar face of Julien and, noticing his foreign face, couldn't help but feel curious about his identity. Despite his curiosity, Jiro was well-mannered and knew his place. Given his current status, it was not appropriate for him to ask unnecessary questions. So, he courteously greeted Julien, "Hello, sir." Julien, recognizing the name as Japanese, also felt curious about his identity and was even more curious about what exactly this place was. Seeing Jiro's vibrant face, Charlie smiled and asked, "Jiro, how is your life here these days?" "Very good!" Jiro answered with a beaming smile. "Everyone is very nice to me. Everything is fine." Currently, Jiro was considered a semi-free man at the dog kennel. Aside from not being allowed to leave the place, he had qui
But as they waited and waited, the anticipated rescue never came. Instead, Albert's dog kennel became more and more upgraded, more concealed, and more fortified. Eventually, Edmund and Salem gave up on their unrealistic hopes and resigned themselves to survive in this place. At this moment, Edmund had just finished his dialysis and was lying weakly on the bed, having eaten the porridge his father had fed him. Jiro, who worked here, was pushing a small cart over. He called out, "Hey, Whittakers, bring the dishes over after you're done eating!" Salem quickly took the dishes to the iron fence, and after Jiro came by, he threw the dishes into the plastic recycling bin. Just as Jiro was about to leave, Salem hastily said, "Wait a minute, Mr. Kobayashi!" Jiro glared at him. "What?" Salem pleaded, "Tomorrow is my son's birthday. Could you please ask the supervisor to bring a cake for him?" He then quickly added, "It doesn't have to be a big one, just an ordinary cupcake will do.
Albert chuckled and spoke up, "Mr. Rothschild, this is the dog kennel I run. We mainly breed dogs with strong attack capabilities. Before I met Mr. Wade, I used to make money by entering the dogs bred here into underground dog fighting competitions. After I started working for Mr. Wade, the purpose of this place has shifted, and it's no longer about making a profit." Hearing this, Julien relaxed a little and curiously asked, "Why keep so many dogs if it's not for profit? It seems like you really do love dogs." "Well, not exactly," Albert casually replied. "This place mainly handles some disobedient troublemakers. To cultivate the dogs' fighting spirit, I've always fed them raw meat. As you know, dogs aren't picky eaters. As long as it's meat, they'll eat whatever it is." "Oh..." Julien, who had just relaxed, felt a chill run down his spine at Albert's words. As the second-in-command of the Rothschild family, he had encountered his fair share of bloody affairs, but right now, he
"Uh... Mr. Wade..." Julien couldn't help but be a bit taken aback and asked, "The car... Its privacy is a bit too much, isn't it?" Charlie chuckled and replied, "The place I'm taking you to is highly confidential. Naturally, we need to be cautious. But don't worry—your people know you entered the restaurant, so it's not like I can openly harm you. Wherever I'm taking you, just relax and follow me. Once everything's done, I'll return you safely without a scratch." Whatever concerns Julien had were instantly dispelled. He quickly put on a carefree expression and laughed loudly. "I trust you completely. Wherever you take me, I won't even bat an eye." - The van left through the back door, taking an alternate route that led directly to a street behind Heaven Springs, avoiding any contact with Julien's bodyguards. After leaving the city, the vehicle headed straight for the outskirts. Facilities like a dog training compound were typically located far from residential areas due to no
An hour later. Julien, who had finished his lunch and drunk a lot, was tipsy and dizzy. He had indeed drunk quite a bit, but fortunately, his alcohol tolerance was decent, and talking so much kept him relatively clear-headed. Seeing Julien leaning back in his chair with his stomach sticking out after eating, Charlie smiled and asked, "Julien, how are you feeling? Do we need to order a few more dishes?" Julien quickly waved his hand, slurring slightly with a bit of drunken cheer, "N-no... No, Mr. Wade. I'm already stuffed. It's been a long time since I've eaten and drunk so much." Charlie nodded and smiled. "Since you've had enough, let's get down to business. Let your men know you're catching up with us here and have them wait in the parking lot. We'll take you out the back door to the place I mentioned." Due to being somewhat intoxicated, Julien was no longer as cautious as he had been earlier. Otherwise, with his status, if Charlie wanted to separate him from his entourag
Charlie calmly said, "You and I have direct contact, but your father doesn't. Whether in theory or practice, you are closer to me. If it weren't for your lack of sincerity, why would I bypass you and have Helena establish an indirect connection with your father on my behalf?" "Think about it this way. If you were the owner of a supermarket and you noticed that the person living across the street chose not to shop at your store but instead went to a more distant one, you wouldn't blame the customer. Instead, you'd have to reflect on your own shortcomings. Either others offer something you don't, or you're overpriced compared to them, or you provide inferior service despite similar pricing. If you don't examine yourself, you can't simply block the customer and ask why they didn't shop with you, can you?" "You're absolutely right, Mr. Wade..." Julien nodded repeatedly in shame. "From now on, I'll be 100% honest with you without the slightest bit of concealment." "We'll see." Charlie
After saying that, Julien looked up at Charlie, his expression suddenly turning a bit uneasy. He quickly added, "Please don't misunderstand me. What I said has nothing to do with anyone here, especially not you." Charlie smirked and said, "Your words seem to have a hidden meaning. Are you implying that I've bullied your family?" "No!" Julien hurriedly replied. "Absolutely not!" Julien, taking advantage of the fact that they were already drinking, decided to pour himself a full glass, downed it in one gulp, and, emboldened by the alcohol, said with a grievance-filled tone, "Mr. Wade, there's no one else here, so let me speak from the heart. Your sending Helena back to New York to make a comeback really put me in a tough spot! I personally went to bring Helena over, and what you originally told me wasn't like this at all. You said that if I helped you, my father would be so shocked that I would be named the successor to the family head. But I never expected you to have Helena deliv