"Yup, he's calling me." Charlie nodded at the buzz-cut man. "See ya.""Are they releasing you now?" The buzz-cut man blurted with a disappointed expression on his face. "But you just got in." The officer looked at the buzz-cut man and announced in a flat tone, "He's being transferred to Brooklyn Prison.""What?!" The buzz-cut man yelped in shock and jolted. He then shouted toward Charlie's back, "Bro, what did you do?! Did you kill someone? I heard that American prisons are worse than hell. You’d better be careful!""Don't worry." Charlie waved his hand without looking back. "Goodbye."The officer took Charlie to a quiet corner of the office area and whispered, "We've already taken the fast-track procedure and will send you to Brooklyn Prison soon. I have an informant there. His name is Leandro, a Brazilian. He is a know-it-all about Brooklyn Prison. You can go to him when you get there and ask him about the situation in the prison. Just tell him that Andrew introduced you,

The prison guard nodded and left the cell with the other two guards, ignoring Charlie.Then, the gate closed on its own.As soon as the guards left, the dozen men who were standing in line relaxed their shoulders and moved away casually. The muscular man named Dean glared at Charlie and sneered, "Hey, new guy! I'll walk you through the rules of the cell."Charlie ignored him and walked straight to his bed, number 16.Enraged by Charlie giving him the cold shoulder, Dean grabbed Charlie by the collar, clenched his fist, and gestured to Charlie. "Hey, I'm talking to you! Are you fucking deaf?!"With an annoyed frown, Charlie huffed, "Your mouth is foul, and so is your body. The whole cell smells awful. It seems like we’ll have to do something about the hygiene of the cell."Then, he brushed Dean off and started to make his bed. Dean was taken aback and confused by Charlie's audacity in talking to him in such an indifferent manner. He was concerned that Charlie had some background

Charlie sneered disdainfully as he looked at Dean's horrified expression. "I told you that your mouth stinks, but you got mad at me. Look at you! You've never liked brushing your teeth since you were a kid, huh? You're dirtier and lazier now. Come, let me teach you how to brush your stinky mouth!" Charlie grabbed the toilet brush at his side, pried Dean's mouth open with his other hand, and stuffed the dirty brush right into his mouth. Dean was muscular, and his chest muscles were as big as an adult's head, but his mouth was comparatively smaller. When Charlie forcefully stuffed the toilet brush into his mouth, the hard burrs cut his lips, and the corners of his mouth turned bloody. Dean was trembling in pain, but Charlie didn't give a damn. He exerted some strength and shoved the entire toilet brush into Dean's mouth. Then, he began to move the toilet brush up and down vigorously as if he were brushing Dean's teeth. In an instant, Dean's mouth was filled with blood. Dean

The skinny man soon realized that it was Charlie, who wore a cold expression, who was standing in front of him. He was taken aback but didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. He grinned obscenely, "Hey, cutie. You can't wait for a second round, huh?" With a flat smile, Charlie grabbed Dean up from the inside of the door with one hand, brought him to the front, and scoffed, "It seems that you want to be the second one." The skinny man opened his mouth wide in terror as if he had seen a ghost but couldn't say a word or make a sound. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him, who was so miserable and distorted, was Dean, whom he had admired all along. When Dean saw him, he subconsciously wanted to call for help, but the toilet brush was still stuffed in his mouth. As he opened his mouth, the blood and saliva immediately gushed out, causing goosebumps to rise on the skinny man. The other inmates couldn't see what was currently happening. They knew Dean had a bad temper

Charlie nodded, pointed at Dean on the ground, and asked, "In that case, you must have seen him torturing many of your fellow inmates, right? Tell me, did you protect the victims when he tortured them?" "I-I..." the priest tittered nervously. The priest did not intend to speak for the skinny man nor did he want to help him. When Charlie came out of the bathroom with the toilet brush in Dean's mouth, he realized that Charlie had ascended the throne and become the new leader here, and it had opened a new era in this cell. It was merely a ploy of his to appear righteous and justified to gain Charlie's trust and emphasize that he and Dean were not in the same league. Moreover, he highly believed that by introducing himself as a priest, he would not be targeted and retaliated against by Charlie. As a result, he could be well protected and gain the favor of the new leader. In spite of that, his carefully crafted gimmick was ruined by Charlie single-handedly. Previously, when Dean