Dean was taken aback when Charlie spoke to him so boldly. Confusion filled his mind as he worried about Charlie’s potential connections that he might not be able to afford to offend. He stepped onto Charlie’s bed, his voice icy as he demanded, “Boy, what do you think you’re doing? You’ve got guts! What’s your background? If you can name it, I might show you some respect. But if you can’t, don’t me me for being rude!”


    Charlie looked at the dirty footprints Dean’s shoes had left on his bed and replied coolly, “I don’t have any background. I’m just an illegal immigrant picked up by the immigration bureau. You don’t need to give me any respect, and I certainly won’t either. Now, take your filthy feet off my bed and clean up after yourself!”


    Dean was momentarily stunned. In this cell, everyone usually showed him respect. He was ustomed to being able to do as he pleased—beating up whoever he wanted and having his way. He never expected that a seemingly frail Asian with delicate features would dare to challenge him.


    The others in the cell were equally shocked. They couldn’t believe Charlie, the neer, had the audacity to speak to Dean, the cell’s boss, in such a manner. They watched with curiosity, eager to see how Dean would handle this bold boy.


    Dean was the epitome of a powerful American man—big and muscr. In a ce where physical strength ruled, he was a force to be reckoned with. Within the cell, no one dared to oppose him.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    With a scowl, Dean clenched his teeth and dered, “Boy, you have no idea where you are! Here, I, Dean, call the shots. I decide if you stand or sit, if you lie down or get up! You will eat what I tell you to eat and do whatever Imand, or I’ll make your life a living hell!”


    Charlie, observing the threat in Dean’s voice mixed with vulgarity, asked tly, “Are you gay?”


    Dean’s fists tightened in anger. “I’m not gay, but I like a guy with your delicate skin to serve me here!”


    Charlie nodded, “So you want me to serve you, huh? What exactly does that entail? Tell me the details.”


    Dean grinned wickedly and replied, “Let’s skip the talk. I’ll take you to the bathroom and show you what I mean, step by step!”


    Gasps of excitement filled the room as everyone reacted. Someughed and said, “Boss, are you about to have some fun before the night falls? Can I join in afterward?”


    Dean smirked and said, “Let me check things out first! After I’m done, anyone interested can join in!” He then turned to Charlie, his expression darkening, and ordered, “Let’s go to the bathroom!”


    Charlie calmly pointed to the shoe prints on his bed and said, “We’ll discuss thoseter.” He straightened his clothes and walked towards the bathroom.


    Dean scoffed, addressing the onlookers, “I like your spirit. Wait outside and don’t peek, or I’ll twist his head off!” The crowd nodded with grins as Dean entered the bathroom behind Charlie.


    Once inside, Dean shut the door. With a lewd smile, he said to Charlie, “Since thatst kid met his end, I haven’t encountered someone as thin and delicate as you. If you listen to me, I can make your time here easy. But if you don’t, I’ll ensure every moment is worse than death!”


    Charlie looked at him, covering his nose, and remarked, “Why does your mouth smell so bad? Your breath is unbearable—don’t you ever brush your teeth?”


    “What the hell?” Dean retorted angrily. “You think my mouth stinks? Let me tell you, my other parts smell even worse! I’ll shove them in your mouth so you can taste it!”


    With that, he began to unzip his pants, wearing a sinister grin. “Today, I’ll teach you how to survive in Brooklyn Prison!”


    “Lessons?” Charlie scoffed. “How about I give you a lesson first—a hygiene ss!”


    In an instant, Charlie lunged forward, grabbing Dean’s neck with lightning speed, pressing down on his Adam’s apple with his thumb, nearly crushing it.<fn83e0> Readplete version only at Find[?]ovel</fn83e0>