Michael looked at Bruce and affirmed in a serious tone, "From the looks of it, it is impossible to find out the cause of the disease, but your current situation is indeed perilous. We can't stop the high surge of blood pressure in your penis, and the tissues there are showing signs of hypoxia and necrosis. If we don't cut it off as soon as possible, it may cause systemic sepsis, and it's bad for you..." "Fuck!" Bruce cursed in rage. "Hey, I came to see you to fix it, not to just chop it off! Haven't you ever encountered such a condition?!" Michael attested sternly, "You have to trust my diagnosis. We have many ways to fix it if it's just a normal swelling, but your case is different. This color indicates that the tissue is already necrotic. This is why people have to amputate their legs and hands. There's nothing much we can do." He cleared his throat and added, "Professional doctors can actually tell at a glance whether the condition is good or bad and whether amputation is nece
By using his power, Gustavo had gotten the bed next to Charlie. He was just about to chat with Charlie to butter him up when the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed. He quickly took out the phone and looked at it. He was a bit surprised to see that it was a call from Bruce. 'What the fuck?!' Gustavo cursed in his mind. 'How dare he call me?! Does he think he is a big shot?' At some point, Gustavo had a clear reluctance to answer calls. He disliked the feeling of answering the phone more and more because he felt that the calls would upset him. He preferred his subordinates to respectfully report to him or send him text messages in a dignified tone. On the contrary, he preferred to make phone calls when it came to giving orders because he liked the pleasure of direct command. Everyone around Gustavo knew about his dislike of answering phone calls, so they usually sent a message that started with "Dear Mr. Sanchez". He hadn't received a call like this in years. If Gustavo ha
Bruce quickly said, "Don't worry. I can go back to prison now as long as you can help me. I can receive your treatment there..." Charlie hummed and confided, "It's just that the treatment is tedious and takes time, and you have to be naked. More importantly, the treatment is quite painful, and you will definitely scream. Are you sure you want the people here to know about it?" Bruce hastily affirmed, "Don't worry about that. I'll have my most trusted guard take you out of the cell and secretly bring you to my office. I'll be waiting for you there. The soundproofing is very good. No one will hear anything. It will be a secret between us." Bruce attentively hoped to keep this situation a secret because it was too embarrassing. He could have vacated a room in the prison so that Charlie could treat him, but on second thought, he realized that no place was absolutely safe. After all, this was a prison. Many places had no blind spots and were patrolled 24 hours a day. He would be doo
Bruce's face was contorted in agony when he returned to the prison with Michael's help. He felt a wave of helplessness wash over him, the pain unrelenting. Due to the strict management of the prison, only authorized personnel were allowed to enter. Bruce ordered his trusted subordinates to bring him in to avoid suspicion and asked Michael to return to the hospital. After returning to the office, Bruce ordered his subordinate to go to Charlie's cell and take him out, all the while enduring severe pain. The prison guard went to the door of Charlie's cell, unlocked the gate, and commanded, "Who is Charlie Wade? Come out." Charlie leisurely got up from the bed and silently walked to the door. The guard first closed the cell door, then whispered to Charlie, "The warden is waiting for you in the office. Come with me." Charlie nodded and followed the guard out of the prison area. The guard first took him to the prison's infirmary. The doctor in the infirmary was off duty. The guar
"Reiki?" Bruce asked, bewildered. "What's that?" Instead of answering his question, Charlie coldly asked, "There's a secret passage in your office, isn't there? Did you lock Biden Cole under the secret passage?" Bruce stared at Charlie in astonishment and muttered, "W-What... W-Who the hell are you?! How do you know about the secret passage and Biden Cole?" "I came here because of him." Charlie grinned. Then, Charlie penetrated his Reiki into Bruce's brain and commanded in a stern tone, "Answer me!" Bruce trembled all over. His brain immediately regarded Charlie as an honorable figure, and he answered truthfully, "There is indeed a secret passage behind my office, which is an elevator shaft, and there is a secret cell under it. Biden is locked up there.""Who else is there besides him?" Charlie asked. "No one..." Bruce replied. "He's the only one there, locked in a completely sealed room. I send him food and water once a day." Charlie continued, "Why did the Rothschild f
Charlie stepped into the narrow elevator with Bruce following close behind. The control panel in the elevator only had one green button. Bruce pressed the button and explained, "If someone is at the bottom, press this button to go up. If someone is at the top, press this button to go down. You can't stop in the middle." Charlie nodded. As the elevator started moving down, he looked at Bruce and asked, "How deep is it down here?" "60 meters," Bruce answered. Charlie asked curiously, "How did you secretly dig such a deep elevator shaft?" Bruce detailed, "Although Brooklyn Prison is a federal prison, it has long been controlled by the Rothschild family. A few years ago, they donated a sum of money to renovate the prison. In fact, the money was mainly used to build this elevator shaft and underground fortifications." He paused for a second and continued, "From the looks of it, there is only one access, but there is a one-way underground access that can be opened from the outsid
The room was about 20 square meters. There was an open space of about 7 square meters outside the room without any furniture or objects. There was only a toilet and a faucet with a small stream of water running inside. A man with a full beard and disheveled hair covering half his face was sitting crookedly on the toilet. A solid metal collar was placed around his neck. Behind the collar was an iron chain as thick as a thumb. The length of the iron chain was short enough that he could not reach the open space no matter what. He could only be confined to the corner of the room. The floor was damp and cold. There was no place to sit or lie down. There was not even a straw mat, let alone a mattress. The harsh environment had caused the man to curl up on the toilet to sleep with great difficulty. At this moment, the man heard the commotion and raised his head weakly. As he and Charlie exchanged glances, his eyes widened in utter shock as if he had been struck by lightning, and his who
Charlie urged without hesitation, "Let's go outside and talk!" "No..." Raymond shook his head and insisted, "We'll talk here."He pointed at Bruce, who was standing there dazed, and assured, "He's the only one who came here recently. Since you've controlled him, we are absolutely safe for now. I need to explain something to you right now." Charlie hesitated for a moment before nodding lightly. "Alright. Let me heal you first, then we'll talk." With that, he placed his fingers on Raymond's meridian and transferred some Reiki into the latter’s body. The Reiki restored and greatly improved Raymond’s physical condition. Raymond gasped in surprise, feeling the healing power within him, "It seems that you have mastered the Apocalyptic Book. Your father would be very pleased." Since Raymond was getting better, Charlie told Bruce to stand guard outside the room, and he and Raymond sat on the floor. Raymond started, "What do you want to know? Just ask, and I'll answer you." Charl