The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

To meet Charlie’s expectations promptly, the fifteen prisoners began cleaning everything that could still be moved

with determination. They tossed all the long-neglected bedding into the bathroom, assigning a few to manage the

cleaning while the rest tackled various areas.

Even those who were injured, as long as they could still move, contributed their efforts. Those with broken legs

found seats and wiped the lower halves of the walls, while those with injured hands improvised by stepping on

towels and scrubbing the floors.

Thanks to the sizable workforce and the compact space, it didn’t take long for the inmates to transform the room

into a spotless environment.

None of the fifteen prisoners had anticipated that this cell would one day be cleaner than a five-star hotel.

They were well aware that if Charlie found the hygiene even slightly unsatisfactory, they would face physical

consequences. Furthermore, they were acutely aware of the agony that Charlie’s punishment could inflict.

The once-sticky floor now gleamed, requiring caution to prevent slipping. However, the lingering odors of body

sweat and cigarette smoke remained deeply ingrained and challenging to eliminate.

So, Charlie added another rule temporarily, no one was permitted to smoke in the cell or bathroom, or else they

would face a hundred slaps.

Despite their severe addiction to smoking, none of the prisoners dared to voice any objections at this point.

At half-past five in the afternoon, it was dinner time.

The prison guard arrived to take a headcount. Upon seeing the injured Dean, he was particularly startled. He was

about to inquire about the situation when he noticed several other prisoners with severed limbs, intensifying his

astonishment.

Observing Charlie, who had just arrived, appearing calm and content without a single scar on his face, the prison

guard surmised that Charlie was responsible for these injuries.

However, he refrained from inquiring further. He understood the rules of Brooklyn Prison better than the prisoners

did. The inmates here did not trouble the guards unless absolutely necessary, and the guards did not interfere in

the prisoners’ internal matters unless compelled.

The hierarchy of priorities in the prison was as follows, first, do not resist, second, do not kill anyone, third, do not

attempt to escape.

In essence, as long as the prisoners did not attack the prison guards, were still within the prison, and remained

alive, everything else was of no concern to the guards.

Currently, none of the injured inmates had requested medical attention, signifying their reluctance to involve the

prison. Hence, the prison guard saw no reason to inquire. He merely counted the prisoners and directed them to

form a line to proceed to the cafeteria.

However, when he noticed John Lawrence’s swollen face resembling a pig’s head, he couldn’t help but express his

surprise, “Father, what happened to you?”

Upon hearing the term “father,” John Lawrence shuddered in fear. He quickly clarified, “I’m not a priest! I have

renounced my priesthood!”

In fact, John Lawrence had welcomed being addressed as a priest by fellow inmates. Despite their criminal pasts,

many prisoners held religious beliefs. Encountering a priest who was also an inmate granted him some favor, even

though they were aware of his tarnished history.

However, John Lawrence recognized that Jagoan harbored a particular disdain for his past as a priest, resulting in

him receiving a hundred slaps daily. The mere thought of it left him despondent.

Thus, he instinctively inquired quietly of the prison guard, “Could you help me switch cells? I’m not comfortable

here…”

Upon hearing John Lawrence’s request, everyone, except for Jagoan, looked at him in astonishment.

The rules of Brooklyn Prison stipulated that internal matters were to be resolved internally. Seeking assistance from

the prison guards violated the prison’s code of conduct, and it was bewildering that John Lawrence would make

such a request. Did he believe that seeking the guards’ help would release him from Jagoan’s threats?

The prison guard also found John Lawrence’s request surprising and replied, “Father, switching cells is a

straightforward process. However, prisoners who request cell transfers aren’t typically welcomed in other cells. It

has happened before that prisoners seeking transfers were denied and ultimately returned to their original cells.

Which cell would be willing to accept him after switching? Once he’s beaten again, he’ll have no choice but to

return to his initial cell. Therefore, I advise against it.”

John Lawrence, with tears in his eyes, realized that the prison guard’s reasoning was sound. Prisoners here didn’t

take kindly to those who broke the rules, even if they sought cell transfers themselves. Contemplating this, he could

only respond with teary eyes, “I was joking earlier. I won’t request a transfer, even if I’m beaten to death…”

The prison guard patted his shoulder and then addressed everyone, “Everyone, leave the cell and head to the

cafeteria.”

With that command, they formed a line and exited the cell, making their way to the cafeteria alongside prisoners

from other cells.

While en route, Jagoan kept an eye on the other inmates, hoping to spot Peter Cole among them. However, he did

not come across Peter Cole. Along the way, he observed numerous prisoners headed to the cafeteria, representing

a diverse range of ethnicities and ages. However, approximately half of them were heavily tattooed and muscular,

revealing their affiliation with gangs in Brooklyn Prison.

Additionally, Jagoan noticed that many prisoners bore facial and bodily injuries, some even sporting bandages and

crutches, indicating that they had been subjected to physical abuse. This explained why the prison guard had shown

indifference upon observing several injured individuals in their cell.

The cafeteria in Brooklyn Prison was expansive, accommodating up to one or two thousand prisoners dining

simultaneously.

Once the prison guards ushered everyone inside, they promptly retreated behind the iron gate, leaving the

prisoners to govern themselves.

The responsibility for serving meals to the inmates fell upon the prisoners themselves.

While waiting in line for food, Dean informed Jagoan, “Sir, seating during meals here isn’t random. Nearly every

area has designated occupants. Seats by the south-side window are generally reserved for the bosses and their

underlings from both prison areas. We can only sit by the north-side window. Although there’s no sunlight there, the

view is decent.”

Jagoan inquired, “Is there a boss from Brooklyn Prison?”

Dean shook his head and replied, “The boss of District One is Gustavo Sanchez. He doesn’t pay much attention to

us small-time gangsters and prohibits us from associating with the boss of District Two as well. So we dare not

socialize with other bosses, otherwise, we’ll have to align with the boss from District Two. After all, he hails from a

New York gang, and he’s our senior.”

Curious, Jagoan asked, “Since Gustavo Sanchez doesn’t pay attention to you, why are you not allowed to associate

with other bosses?”

Dean explained, “Gustavo Sanchez has a multitude of enemies. It’s rumored that while building his empire in

Mexico, he directly and indirectly caused the deaths of at least a thousand people, including many government

officials. Slavemerous individuals in Mexico seek vengeance against him. Consequently, he’s highly cautious about

his personal safety in prison. Anyone forming a gang in his district poses a potential threat. Once he identifies

someone attempting to form a gang, especially collaborating with the boss from District Two, he issues a death

sentence. This man commands his own armed forces in Mexico, capable of eliminating an entire family if he feels

provoked. We cannot afford to provoke him.”

Jagoan nodded. Just then, Dean’s gaze shifted towards the entrance to District One, and he whispered to Jagoan,

“Sanchez is here!”

Following Dean’s line of sight, Jagoan spotted several dark-skinned Mexicans striding in, forcefully clearing a path

through the crowd. A stout, middle-aged man, standing at around 1.65 meters, emerged expressionless as the

group’s leader. Several burly bodyguards flanked him.

Dean confided in Jagoan, “The people surrounding Sanchez are handpicked experts from his own armed forces,

responsible for his protection.”

Jagoan wasn’t particularly impressed with Sanchez. He had encountered Mexican criminal organizations before. In

essence, they were no different from criminal groups worldwide. They were simply more ruthless and had fewer

moral boundaries than most criminal organizations.

Back in Mexico, Jagoan had dismantled an entire criminal organization. Although these ruthless militants were

brutal in their tactics, their combat capabilities were not exceptionally strong. Their superiority lay mainly in their

dominance over ordinary civilians. However, they were no match for Jagoan and the Dragon Temple.

Jagoan’s current objective in Brooklyn Prison was not to dispense justice or uphold righteousness. He merely sought

to locate Felix Cole from Vintage Deluxe, also known as Peter Cole in his father’s old photographs. He had no

interest in the identity of the prison’s boss.

He turned to Dean, “Is Lucas, the ‘Know-It-All,’ here?”

Dean scanned the area for a while, then pointed to a slim young man not far away and said, “That’s Lucas.”

At that moment, Lucas, who had just entered the cafeteria, was queuing for food, engaging in hushed

conversations with fellow inmates.

Jagoan noted Lucas’ appearance and planned to approach him later for a conversation.

Sanchez and his entourage of over a dozen individuals had already settled by the large south-facing window.

Sanchez occupied a table for six by the window, while the rest formed a semicircle at an adjacent empty table.

Jagoan couldn’t help but be taken aback when he saw the dining cart brought in by several guards and a chef.

Despite the cart being covered by a stainless steel lid, the aroma emanating from it made many prisoners salivate

in secret.

The cart was positioned right beside Sanchez. His men immediately uncovered the cart to reveal a selection of

exquisite dishes, including bread, salads, Spanish ham, French escargot soup, and more. Moreover, there was a

medium-rare prime steak and a bottle of Romanée-Conti red wine.

Jagoan was astonished. He hadn’t expected the American prison to be so unabashed in granting privileges.

Sanchez’s meal resembled a three-star Michelin dining experience.

At this point, Sanchez’s men began serving the food in front of him. A young man deftly uncorked the Romanée-

Conti red wine and provided a decanter and wine glass from the dining cart’s upper tier, pouring the wine with

precision.

Observing Dean’s longing gaze as he looked at Sanchez’s meal, Jagoan couldn’t help but inquire, “Has Sanchez

always been this extravagant in prison?”

Dean, while watching the meal, lamented, “Since the day Sanchez arrived, he has maintained this lifestyle. He

brought a personal chef from Mexico. A portion of the prison’s kitchen is designated for the chef’s use. He enjoys all

three meals prepared by his chef.”

Dean continued with an envious expression, “Brooklyn Prison is a federal facility, which means there are no

conjugal visits. However, Sanchez has a special privilege. He receives three hours of conjugal visits three times a

week. During these visits, it’s said that his associates outside arrange for a variety of beautiful women for him to

enjoy.”

Observing Dean’s envy, Ye Chen asked with a wry smile, “Why are you still envious? Aren’t you gay?”

Dean replied with a somber expression, “Sir… Whenever there’s a chance to be with a woman, I’m not gay… I’ve

been forced into it. But if someone offers me three beautiful women every week, even if you beat me to death, I

still won’t be gay…”

Jagoan smiled faintly and chose not to delve further into the matter. Instead, he remained attentive to his

surroundings. Although almost everyone from the first, second, and third wards was present, he had yet to spot

Peter Cole among them.

After securing his meal, he opted not to join Dean in a designated area for dining. Instead, he lingered near the rear

of the queue and approached Lucas. He whispered to Lucas, “You’re Lucas, right? I’m Andrew’s friend. He asked

me to come and find you. He said you’d be able to help me out if anything happens.”

Upon hearing Andrew’s name, Lucas hastily pointed to a table in the corner and said, “Brother, wait for me at that

table. I’ll be there soon.”

Jagoan nodded and carried his tray to the secluded table in the corner. In Brooklyn Prison, prisoners enjoyed

mingling, so the corner tables were often empty, leaving Jagoan with some privacy.

A few minutes later, Lucas approached with his meal and sat down across from Jagoan, asking in a hushed tone,

“How can I help you?”

As they continued eating, Jagoan lowered his voice and inquired, “I heard a Chinese American named Peter Cole

was incarcerated here a few months ago. Have you heard anything about him?”

“Peter Cole?” Lucas pondered for a moment and then shook his head. “I’ve never heard of him. I maintain a daily

list of new prisoners and update it regularly, but I haven’t come across that name.”

Jagoan probed further, “Could he be in solitary confinement or held in a specific section of the prison?”

Lucas thought for a moment and replied seriously, “I can’t promise that. Since you were introduced by Andrew, I’ll

be upfront with you. Although Brooklyn Prison appears to be a federal facility, the actual power here lies with the

Rothschild family.”

He glanced over at Sanchez, who was leisurely enjoying his steak and wine, and continued, “See that man? Gustavo

Sánchez, the drug lord. He can savor a lavish meal here because he’s not only wealthy and influential, but he also

collaborates with the Rothschild family.”

Jagoan’s eyebrows raised as he observed the spectacle. “Are you saying the Rothschild family has control over this

place?”

Lucas nodded. “Yes, Brooklyn Prison might be a federal prison in name, but in reality, it’s the Rothschilds who pull

the strings.”

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