After making his point, Charlie seized the man’s right hand and, with a swift motion of his thumb, shattered his right wrist as effortlessly as one might snap a pencil in half. “Break it off!” hemanded.


    The man howled in agony, but Charlie remained unfazed, stating with a cold expression, “Remember, this is the F*cking right! You will never be indifferent in this life.” The onlookers felt a chill run down their spines, their nerves frayed with fear.


    Just then, Charlie shouted, “Turn left!”


    Everyone hastily turned to face the correct direction, anxious not to make another mistake. The man with the recently broken wrist managed to orient himself properly this time, avoiding any further blunders.


    Charlie nodded approvingly, gesturing toward the man on the far left. “Alright, let’s start with you. Introduce yourself: what is your name, where are you from, what crime have youmitted, how long have you been here, and what’s the length of your remaining sentence?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The man replied quickly, “Sir… I… my name is Ruan Ming. I’m from Vietnam. I’ve been here for a year due to robbery, and I have six years left on my sentence…”


    Charlie nodded. “Okay, next!”


    “Sir… My name is Hank, and I’m American. I’ve been here for six months for fraud, and I still have three years to serve…”


    One by one, each individual began to share their stories.


    Eventually, it was the turn of a brown-skinned man. He spoke earnestly, “Hello, sir. My name is Haji. I’m Indian-American. I’ve been incarcerated for two and a half years for rape, and I have twelve and a half years left to serve…”


    Charlie pointed decisively.


    The two individuals nking Haji weremanded, “Both of you, give him ten ps each!”


    Haji’s expression shifted dramatically, and he eximed, “Sir… why do you want to p him? I…”


    Charlie replied coldly, “All sexual offenders will be punished.”


    He then red at the two men, barking, “Why aren’t you doing it? If you don’tply, I’ll let everyone around you give you a hundred ps each! And if you don’t hit hard enough, I’ll have others do it to you.” Faced with this threat, the two men discarded their previous camaraderie with Haji.<fn3a88> Th?s chapter is updated by FιndNovel</fn3a88>


    In a moment of sheer survival instinct, they exchanged nces and proceeded to p Haji ten times across the face.


    Haji’s cheeks quickly swelled, transforming his face into a painful, swollen mass. Tears streamed down as he grappled with a torrent of grievances and rage, yet he dared not react.


    The most anxious of the group was John Lawrence, who realized that if Haji was being punished, he would likely be next.


    When it was finally John Lawrence’s turn, he stammered in fear, “Sir… I… my name is John… John Lawrence… I… I… I am here for… sexual assault and rape, sentenced to life without parole…”


    As soon as John finished, a nearby young man blurted out, “Sir, how many ps should I give him?”


    Charlie waved his hand dismissively, “One hundred.”


    He added with a chilling tone, “One hundred per day!”


    “Understood!” The man responded, raising his hand without hesitation. The prisoner next to him quickly joined in, and they began delivering blows to Lawrence.


    By the time they hadpleted the hundred ps, both men were exhausted, their arms heavy. John Lawrence, on the other hand, was in a dire state; his face was so swollen that it resembled a corpse that had been submerged in water for weeks, barely recognizable.