He intended to use a clever tactic to position himself favorably in front of Charlie. At the same time, he aimed to convey a clear message: he and Dean, along with the others, were not a cohesive group. If Charlie wanted to take on them, that was fine, but he should leave him out of it.


    He believed that his motivation, rooted in a sense of justice and backed by a priest’s blessing, would make it unlikely for him to face retaliation from Charlie. This belief gave him a sense of security in this newndscape, potentially even earning him the favor and trust of the new king.


    However, he never anticipated that a chess game he meticulously orchestrated would be thwarted in a single move by Charlie.


    In the past, whenever Dean harmed someone, he never uttered a word in defense of those victims. Instead, he reassured Dean that God wouldn’t hold him ountable for punishing those deemed guilty. After all, anyone who ended up in prison wasn’t entirely innocent; even something as minor as stealing a wallet was still a crime. This line of reasoning resonated well with Dean, allowing him to navigate this situation wisely without facing repercussions.


    Now, with Charlie suddenly questioning him in front of everyone about whether he had ever spoken up for the victims, he found himself at a loss for words. How could he respond? This was a situation charged with malice and heartbreak.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    When he paused in silence for too long, Charlie pped him across the face, sending him spinning and causing him to lose two front teeth in the process.


    As the priest staggered from the blow, Charlie grabbed his cor and demanded, “You were quite eloquent before. Why the silence now?”


    Reeling from the impact, the priest felt as if his cheeks had exploded from a firecracker. Covering his face in pain, he cried out, “I’m a priest! You can’t hit me! God will punish you!”


    Charlie smirked and replied, “If you’re indeed a priest and a servant of God, I have to ask, how did you end up here? What kind of crime could bring a priest like you to Brooke? You’re a prisoner in Lin Prison—what did you do?”


    Immediately, the priest fell silent, panic washing over him.


    Turning his attention to the brown-skinned boy next to the priest, Charlie urged, “Go on, tell me why this priest is here! If you lie or refuse to speak, your fate might be worse than that of the muscr man.”


    The boy, terrified, blurted out, “S*xual assault! He’s here because of S*xual assault!”


    He continued, “His name is John Lawrence, a notorious pedophile from New York! He’s no longer a clergyman! It’s outrageous that he still calls himself a priest!”


    Suddenly, John Lawrence felt deted, curling up before Charlie, trembling like a malfunctioning washing machine.


    “So it was s*xual assault…” Charlie said, shaking his head at John Lawrence. “John, John, at your age, you can’t control your urges, yet you still can’te to terms with yourself. How tragic.”


    Then, shifting the topic, Charlie added, “But I do admire your boldness. I’ll make the necessary arrangements for someone like you.”<fn4f90> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? Find★Novel</fn4f90>


    Hearing this, John Lawrence’s heart sank, but a flicker of hope emerged.


    However, Charlie continued, “Since you seem to have a fondness for that sort of thing, I can’t let you keep it all bottled up. I’ll find a suitable candidate for you.” With that, he kicked Dean, who was on the ground, and dered, “From now on, you must do everything in your power to please Mr. Lawrence. If not, I will hold you ountable for ipetence on his behalf and demand your life as a dog!”<h3 ss="wp-block-heading has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>