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
"So what?" Armando jabbered, "We're not afraid of them! I've killed more people than the women he has slept with!" "Do you really think we're in Mexico?" Gustavo snapped coldly. Once you kill someone here, those guys will lock you in a dark cell until you die!" He glared at Armando and continued, "You're all well-trained killers, but it's useless here without handy weapons and terrain advantages to hide in. Also, don't forget that we're outnumbered. If you start a fight, these bastards can beat all of you to death by throwing a chair at each of you. If you die, no one will protect me here, and I’ll have to beg the Rothschild family to send another group of people to protect me. When that happens, they will come up with another Moses to mock me..." He then sighed and added, "I know what the Rothschild family is up to. It's simple. They don't want me to enjoy my life here too much. They must also know that we're using our resources to recruit more people here, so they must want to
Charlie, who had been inquiring about the situation in the prison from Leandro, listened closely to the conversation between Gustavo and Moses. He hadn't expected an internal conspiracy circling Brookly Prison, a fully enclosed prison in downtown New York that didn't even have an outdoor yard. Observing the circumstances, he presumed that Moses, the boss of Area 2, was looking for a chance to deliver a fatal blow to Gustavo, the boss of Area 1. Although Gustavo lived a life of luxury in the prison that other inmates couldn't enjoy, he had his concerns. His family was powerful, but these lawless drug dealers couldn't even enter the country, let alone Brooklyn Prison, to help him. As a matter of fact, his safety and the future of his family were in the hands of the United States government and the Rothschild family. Leandro suddenly leaned over to Charlie and whispered, "Moses looks a little strange today. I bet he's up to something." "How can you tell?" Charlie asked curio
Charlie was a little anxious. He thought that Biden had been detained in the prison area. He figured that as long as he could meet Leandro, he would have a chance to uncover clues about Biden.However, he didn't expect that Leandro, who was extremely observant and well-informed, wouldn't know anything about Biden. It was not easy to search for a single person in such a big prison. Since he couldn't find Biden in the prison area, his other resort was to explore other areas using Reiki. Reiki exploration was Charlie's second choice in the search for Biden in the prison. Reiki was best for locating a singular enemy in a vast area, just like when he had searched for Miss Dijo, Ruby Chain, in the valley. At that time, she was the only living person in the valley. Reiki had covered the entire valley, and he had found her instantly. To put it bluntly, Brooklyn Prison was a complex building that accommodated thousands of people. The density of living beings in the institution was
At this moment, Charlie's Reiki suddenly sensed that someone had emerged from the ground. He immediately gathered his Reiki there and abruptly found that next to the prison's pipe shaft, there was a very narrow elevator shaft. The length and width of the elevator shaft were both about 1.5 meters, and the elevator cabin was pitifully small, only about 1.2 square meters. Moreover, the elevator shaft had no openings on the first and middle floors, which meant that it went directly from the top floor to the underground. Charlie was not in a hurry to send his Reiki downward. Instead, he stayed with the people in the elevator to the top floor. What was even more outrageous was that the elevator was in a compartment hidden behind a huge office on the top floor. According to Charlie's perception, this office was the largest in the entire prison. He figured that it was most likely the warden's office. Therefore, he hastily used his Reiki to go down the elevator shaft, but to his bewil
Gustavo wanted to see the warden, and so did Charlie. It would be best if he could meet the warden without being noticed by the Rothschild family. However, due to the special situation in the prison, it was not easy for Charlie to achieve this goal. It seemed that Gustavo was his chance. In Charlie's opinion, approaching Gustavo was at least easier than approaching the warden. Moreover, he and Gustavo happened to be in the same prison area. Hence, he leaned toward Leandro and asked, "Do you know how I can be friends with Gustavo?" "Who? Gustavo?!" Leandro shrieked in surprise and then laughed. "Dude, Gustavo was a drug lord in Mexico and also a billionaire. He is probably among the top 100 richest men in the world. He is also the leader of Mexico's leading private armed forces. His existence in this prison is like locking a tiger in a cat's cage. How could he be friends with people like us..." Charlie couldn't help but snort when he heard this. In Leandro's view, Charlie
The hindrance would disappear if Gustavo were to die in the prison riot, and both the US government and the Rothschild family would lose their bargaining chip to control the current ruler of the Sanchez family. Upon thinking about this, Charlie smirked, knowing that his chance had come. He leaned toward Leandro and asked, "Has there been a riot here before?" "Of course," Leandro joshed casually. "Riots are common here, and the guards don't give a damn at all. They are like the owners of a kennel who lock a bunch of dogs in cages and let them bite and fight as they please. They simply stay behind the bars and watch the game. When they have enough fun, they come in to intervene, separate the dogs, drag out the bodies, and beat the crap out of the living dogs." Then, he frowned skeptically. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Charlie looked over to Moses's table and saw that Moses's men had begun to disperse and detour toward Gustavo's table from several directions. "I fe
As Moses's men gradually surrounded Gustavo and his men, Gustavo's men formed a circle around Gustavo. Gustavo's expression was cold with a hint of rage. He felt that these hares were trying to pull dead lions by the beard. He thought of his days in Mexico when he had thousands of men under his command. If someone dared to look at him for even a second, he would take out his gun and shoot him in the head without hesitation. But now, he was in an American prison with no choice but to be threatened by these idiotic musclemen. Noticing that he was outnumbered, Gustavo snapped, "Moses, what do you think you're doing?" Moses nudged his men to the side and walked to the edge of the encirclement. He looked at Gustavo, pointed to his men, and grunted in a serious tone, "You are too boastful here. Some of my men haven't had a real steak in years, but there you are, enjoying the finest food every day! “Half of them don't know what caviar tastes like, but I've seen you pouring a can
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