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
Charlie was somewhat shocked to hear that the Rothschild family would work with a drug lord like Gustavo. In his opinion, the Rothschild family was the most powerful in the world with hundreds of years of history that had become a great family that valued its reputation and dignity. He couldn't imagine the Rothschild family associating themselves with criminal groups and outlaws, let alone putting Gustavo in the prison that was controlled by them. It sounded a bit unreasonable. Noticing Charlie's skeptical expression, Leandro lowered his voice and explained, "The U.S. government has been trying to extradite Gustavo for trial. Gustavo has also been resisting with the Mexican government, hoping not to be extradited. He and his sons had been preparing to fight back and make a huge mess if the Mexican government decided to extradite them.” “In the end, the Rothschild family mediated. Eventually, Gustavo agreed to be extradited to the U.S. for trial on the condition that there woul
Several burly men surrounded a muscular man with gray hair. He looked about forty years old, but he was rather muscular because he exercised frequently. Leandro leaned over to Charlie and whispered, "That guy with gray hair is Moses Norris, Area 2's boss." Charlie asked, "Is he working with the Rothschild family too?" "No." Leandro shook his head. "He was imprisoned for many years and had already dominated the prison before the Rothschild family took control of it. After the family took over this place, they turned the prison into two areas, made Gustavo the boss of Area 1, and placed Moses in Area 2." He then tilted his head slightly and continued, "As far as I can tell, the Rothschild family wants to use Moses to control Gustavo. It would be difficult for the family to control Gustavo if they let him go berserk. He would be as free as a bird here. By keeping Moses here, Gustavo will stay manageable. Gustavo may be powerful and rich, but most of his influence is in Mexico. Mos
The man was enraged by Moses's snarky remarks and was about to strike him with his clenched fist when Gustavo suddenly admonished him, "Shut the fuck up, Armando!" The man named Armando abruptly stopped, gritted his teeth, and huffed in rage. Moses sneered disdainfully at Armando, who glared at him furiously. Then, he walked over to the table, picked up the half-empty bottle of wine, and said to Gustavo, "Let me try this. Since you have something this nice, just give me one." Gustavo was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled and joked, "My mistake. I'll prepare some for you next time." Then, he asked, "Do you need a decanter and a glass?" Moses drank a few mouthfuls straight from the bottle, then burped and laughed. "Wine glass? Nah! That's not my style." After that, he reached out, picked up the remaining half of the steak from Gustavo's plate, put it in his mouth, and exaggeratedly took a big bite. While chewing, he grumbled, "Fuck, why don't we have this? It's so unfair. If th
Salem cursed angrily, "You bastard! We've been desperately waiting for you to rescue us, but now you want to kill us! Are you even human?!" Julien kicked Salem far away and shouted furiously, "Damn it! You should be glad this is Oskia and not America! Otherwise, I would have shot you dead on the spot, you bastard! And your son too!" Then, Julien looked at Charlie very seriously and said, "Mr. Wade, please give me a chance! Give me a gun, and I'll take care of these two scumbags right now!" Edmund and Salem, terrified, knelt on the ground, with Edmund desperately pleading, "Mr. Wade, please spare us! Please!" Salem crawled to Charlie and wailed, "Mr. Wade, please don't believe anything Julien says! If you let him kill us, it will cause you unnecessary trouble. Just pretend that nothing happened today and let us continue to be imprisoned here!" Charlie grinned as he watched the scene and said to Julien, "If you want to kill them, go ahead, I won't stop you, but you can't take t
Salem was stunned by Julien's slap. He covered his face, looked at Julien in shock and sorrow, and sobbed, "But... but I'm older than you... I was given that middle name first." Instead of calming down, Julien became even angrier. He slapped Salem again and furiously scolded, "When your damn father found out my middle name was also Steve, why didn't he change yours? Acting above your station—who gave you the guts?!" Salem's face was swollen on both sides, and his heart was filled with even greater indignation. Crying, he pleaded, "Sir, now isn't the time to blame me for sharing your middle name! You need to figure out a way to get my son and me out of here!" "Get you out?!" Julien laughed in exasperation, pointing at him with rage. "Your wretched son committed such heinous crimes, yet you still expect me to save you? I'd rather kill you both myself to ease Mr. Wade's anger!" Julien's words were not idle talk. For him, the task in Aurous Hill had only two possible outcomes:
Charlie warned with a cold and stern voice, "You must tell him everything you did, or I will make you eat dog food for a month." Trembling in fear, Salem quickly said, "O-okay... This is what happened... My son, he was momentarily misguided..." As he spoke, he detailed how Edmund had become infatuated with Doris and the Emgrand Group. He went on to describe how Edmund had poisoned Doris's father, leaving him in critical condition with kidney failure and then used the promise of a kidney transplant to coerce Doris into submission. Since Charlie was standing right there, Salem didn't dare to omit or conceal a single detail. When he finished, Charlie sneered, "You really are a shameless piece of trash. You just described your son's series of despicable actions in meticulous detail. The careful planning and the step-by-step execution—this clearly shows that it was premeditated and deliberate. Yet, from the start, you tried to excuse him by calling it a momentary lapse in judgment.
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