"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
The man was so indignant that he shouted, clenching his teeth in rage, "Boss! I've had enough of him! I'm going to kill him!" Moses sneered, "Just do whatever you want! I'll take care of everything!" At Moses's command, the mobsters roared and rushed toward Gustavo and his men. Shocked by the sight, Gustavo's men desperately grabbed the plastic plates and spoons as their weapons. However, what they faced were burly men who spent hours and hours doing weight training every day. In close-range fighting, being physically fit and strong was the key. Moses's men were bigger and physically stronger than Gustavo's men, and it was obvious that Moses's men had a great advantage in a fistfight. Soon, Gustavo's men were defeated, their faces and bodies swollen and bloody. Gustavo watched as his men fell one by one. When half of them had been beaten to the pulp, he thought Moses would stop the fighting, but to his bewilderment, they had no intention of stopping. A thought flashed acr
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
"You're looking for someone?" Charlie raised his eyebrows upon hearing Julien's remarks and, with a faintly amused expression, curiously asked, "What kind of person would require an heir as wealthy as yourself to personally come to Oskia? Could it be that you're searching for a long-lost younger son of your family?" Julien chuckled and replied, "You must be kidding, Mr. Wade. Our family values bloodlines above all else—there's no way we could have any lost lineage out there." Lowering his voice intentionally, Julien spoke seriously, "You might have heard that when the American president travels, even a single strand of hair or a drop of saliva must be collected and taken away by designated personnel. The same goes for our family men—every bit of sperm, how it's used, and with whom we spend the night, must be accounted for. Even what's left in the condom is meticulously collected and taken away. Anyone daring to father an illegitimate child outside the family becomes a public enem
Charlie said with a smile, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Don't think I'm intentionally trying to make things hard for you—this is just our tradition. At the start of a banquet, everyone drinks three glasses together." Charlie wasn't lying to Julien. The custom of starting with three drinks was common across most Oskian banquets. However, depending on the region and the average drinking capacity, the type of alcohol and the size of the glasses could vary. For those with high tolerance, it was three glasses of strong liquor with each glass holding at least 50 milliliters. For those with a lower tolerance, it was three glasses of regular beer with each glass holding at least 150 milliliters. Julien knew that Charlie would not lie to him, but he was still a little confused and mumbled, "I... I have also accepted banquets from Oskians, but... but I have never drunk like this." Charlie smiled and said, "Given your status, I bet the people who've hosted you in the past wouldn
Charlie nodded with a smile and said, "Come on, Julien, have a seat." Julien stared at the large round table with over a dozen seats in front of him and suddenly felt a bit unsure.He wasn't very familiar with Oskian dining etiquette. The table was truly massive—if he were to sit directly across from Charlie, they'd likely have to raise their voices to talk. However, with such a large table and so many empty seats, if he were to deliberately sit close to Charlie, it would come across as overly ingratiating. Just as Julien was at a loss about what to do, Charlie patted the seat to his right and said with a smile, "Sit here, Julien. This table is too big, and sitting too far apart feels distant. Let's just sit a bit closer—it makes things feel friendlier." Julien quickly nodded and sat down next to Charlie. Charlie then pointed to the empty seat next to Julien and said to Albert, "Albert, sit next to Julien. It's better to get to know each other." Albert nodded. "Okay, Mr. W
After the convoy pulled into the parking lot, more than a dozen bodyguards in black suits came down immediately and surrounded Julien's car with a professional stance as they looked around vigilantly. One of the men walked toward Heaven Springs, and Albert walked out to meet him at the same time. The man scanned the surroundings like a CIA agent and whispered into the microphone of the walkie-talkie he was wearing, "Everyone, stay where you are and stay alert!" Albert had already stood in front of him by the time he finished speaking. The man looked at Albert and asked, "Are you the manager of the restaurant?" If Charlie hadn't informed Albert about the guest today, Albert would probably have been intimidated by the man and his posture. However, Albert already knew Julien's identity and his next trip to his dog kennel, so he didn't take the man seriously at all and sneered contemptuously, "Manager? Hah! I own this place!" After that, he raised his eyebrows and asked the man
At ten o'clock in the morning, a private jet converted from a Boeing 747-8 landed at Aurous Airport. Once Julien, heir of the Rothschild family, and his entourage had arrived, customs clearance was completed as quickly as possible. The family's staff stationed in Oskia had been waiting for his arrival. Although it was unknown when Julien would be in power, for them, he was the second-in-command of the family, so they treated him with great respect. As Julien left the airport, a Cadillac convoy was parked outside. These vehicles were all ordered by the Rothschild family from the United States, featuring the same models as those used by the president. Although they didn't appear as extravagant and luxurious as Rolls-Royce cars, each of these vehicles costs much more than a Rolls-Royce Phantom. In fact, the old money families had already abandoned Rolls-Royce a long time ago. Nowadays, Rolls-Royce wonders were more often young second-generation rich individuals or those who su
Before Sonia could fully understand the meaning behind Charlie's words, he had already reached out and gently tapped her shoulder. In that instant, Sonia felt her previously sealed sixth meridian completely open! Her cultivation immediately broke through into the six-star warrior rank. Every advancement in a small realm brought a refreshing feeling, and Sonia clearly sensed the changes within herself. She was instantly overwhelmed with excitement, unable to control her tears of joy. Just a few minutes ago, she was feeling frustrated and desperate about her future cultivation, but Charlie had so generously opened her sixth meridian for her. To be clear, even if Charlie hadn't sealed her three meridians, she still wouldn't have reached the stage of breakthrough to a six-star warrior yet. Even though she was in the late stages of becoming a five-star warrior, it would have taken at least a few more years to make a breakthrough. What Charlie did not only removed the shackles on