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
Gustavo was frightened and no longer had the arrogance and pride he had before. He retreated to the window and begged, "Guys, please! Calm down. Let's talk this over. I can give you money. How much do you want? One million each? How about ten? I'll give you ten million!" He then frantically looked around and blurted out, "By the way, you want to have wine, steak, and caviar, right? Starting today, I'll pay for your steaks, wine, caviar, everything! How about truffles? I'll have them delivered tomorrow! Oh, and also the best tuna! All the best food in the world! "And do you like sushi? There's a famous old man in Japan who makes the best sushi in the world. I'll bring him over tomorrow! If he doesn't want to come, I'll kill his whole family! I give you my word!" "Gustavo..." Moses sneered, "It's not nice to make empty promises, okay? You said you wanted to give us money, right? Okay. Give it to us now! You don't have to give me ten million. I don't want a penny from you. Give my b
Moses laughed. "It's impossible. I'm telling you this because no matter what, you must die today. I'll go down with the ship and never give you a chance to bribe me because I know that your son will kill me tomorrow if I don't kill you now. Also, even if you leave this place and the country, your son will never let you return to Mexico alive. No matter what, you must die." Gustavo's expression turned bleak at this moment. He knew that Moses had burned his bridges and would definitely kill him tonight. Meanwhile, Charlie had overheard their conversation loud and clear. Leandro, on the other hand, couldn't hear anything. He stretched his neck out of curiosity to look and wondered, "Why do I feel that something is not right? If they wanted to teach Gustavo's men a lesson, it should have been over by now. Did something else happen?" "Why not go and take a look?" Charlie quipped while standing up with a smile. "Fuck!" Shocked, Leandro hurriedly stopped Charlie. "Hey, don't be a bu
A sudden shout from outside the crowd made everyone involuntarily look over. Neither Moses nor Gustavo expected someone to intervene at this moment. Just as everyone was clueless, Charlie pushed the people around aside and walked to the front of Gustavo and Moses. The men were utterly stunned and didn't realize that a tall and skinny man had just pushed them aside. Before they could come to their senses, Charlie had already walked past them. Staring skeptically at Charlie's foreign face, Moses pointed at Charlie angrily and asked, "Who the hell are you? Do you want to die?" With that, he gestured to two men around him and shouted, "Take him out and kick his ass!" Upon hearing this, the two men immediately approached Charlie while rubbing their hands. They were judging Charlie while approaching him. Charlie was tall and thin and looked like someone who never exercised. Meanwhile, both of them were muscular and large. They assumed that beating Charlie up was a piece of cak
Moses froze momentarily, then looked at Charlie and yelled, "Oh, my God! Charlie! It's you!" Moses's reaction stunned everyone. They thought that Charlie was out of his mind for getting mixed up in Moses's business, and he had even outrageously addressed himself as Moses's father's close friend. They assumed that Moses would be very pissed about it. To their bewilderment, Moses acknowledged the connection. At this moment, Moses excitedly stepped forward, held Charlie's right hand, and beamed. "It's so nice to see you again! Why are you here?" Everyone was utterly startled, including Gustavo. On the other hand, Charlie snarked in a calm tone, "You don't own the prison, do you? Why can't I be here? You've made mistakes, and so have I!" "Yes, yes." Moses nodded respectfully. "You're right." Charlie rolled his eyes, pointed at Gustavo, and commanded, "Do me a favor and don't kill him for now." "Alright!" Moses agreed without hesitation. "I won't kill him! You have my word
Gustavo pleaded, "Sir, please help me. I'll reward you 100 million dollars if I can get out of here alive!" "Tsk," Charlie smirked contemptuously. "You can live now thanks to me. We don't know if you can survive until the next dinner, alright? Are you still thinking about gaining control over your family? Don't forget that you're sentenced to life. You're locked in here forever." "I-I..." Gustavo faltered. "What should I do now..." "Stay by my side," Charlie said lightly. "I'll protect you. Tell the guards you'll move into my cell today. I'll protect you 24/7." Gustavo couldn't understand why Charlie would help him despite his current despairing situation. Many thoughts flashed across his mind, and one thing stood out. 'Damn!' he thought. 'Is he gay? He must be... Why else would he help me and protect me? He even wants me to move into his cell…’ 'B-But what does he like about me? I'm old...' Not getting any response from Gustavo, Charlie bellowed coldly, "Listen, I won't he
Moses's men were still bewildered and shocked by this sudden revelation. Moses had devised the assassination of Gustavo for so many days, but just as he was about to succeed, Charlie popped up out of nowhere and stopped the plan. He even claimed to be Moses's friend. What was even more outrageous was that Moses immediately withdrew the plan after a word from Charlie. Nevertheless, they knew their loyalty was recognized since Moses had chosen them as part of the team to implement the plan. Hence, despite their perplexity and curiosity, they obeyed Moses's order to halt the assassination. On the other hand, Charlie knew that this matter was not over yet. The conflict today had caused Gustavo's men to be beaten to the pulp. Even if the Rothschild family were indifferent, the warden would intervene and investigate it. Furthermore, Moses owed Gustavo's son an explanation since he hadn't killed Gustavo. Therefore, he needed to cool things down between the two parties and preve
"No." Gustavo answered in an earnest tone, "He's weird. He rarely contacts the inmates and only comes to inspect the jail a few times a year. We don't see him much. Even if I want to see him, I’ll have to make an appointment in advance. If he agrees to see me, he'll meet me in the private reception room.""What?" Charlie responded, perplexed. "Do you always meet in the reception room? Have you been to his office?" "No." Charlie asked again, "Can you meet him at his office?" "No." Gustavo shook his head. "The management is very strict. I don't know what their internal office looks like." Charlie queried curiously, "But I heard that you have a lot of freedom here. You can even sneak out to spend the night outside. Have you never been to their office?" Gustavo explained, "Yeah, I can leave the prison sometimes, but we made a deal about it. Every time I want to go out, I have to pretend that I'm sick. The doctor will give a note that I need to spend the night at the infirmary. A
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