To quickly appease Charlie, the fifteen prisoners sprung into action, cleaning everything that could possibly be moved. They tossed all the old bedding, which had gone unchanged for quite some time, into the bathroom. One person stayed behind to handle the cleaning, while the others fanned out to scrub every corner of the area.


    The injured inmates, despite their conditions, did their best to contribute. Those with broken legs sat on the ground, diligently wiping the lower parts of the walls, while those with broken hands used towels to clean the floor.


    Thanks to the sheer number of inmates and the small space they were working in, it didn’t take long for them to transform the room into a pristine environment.


    None of the fifteen prisoners could have imagined that their cell would eventually be cleaner than a five-star hotel.


    They understood that if Charlie found even the slightest fault with the cleanliness, they would face the consequences—a physical reprimand. <h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Moreover, the pain inflicted by Charlie was truly unbearable!


    The floor, which once clung to their shoes, now gleamed like new, making it necessary to tread carefully to avoid slipping.


    However, the lingering body odor and stale cigarette smell were deeply embedded, making them difficult to eradicatepletely.


    In response, Charlie implemented a new rule: smoking was strictly prohibited in the cell and bathroom. Anyone caught smoking would receive a hundred ps as punishment.


    Although the prisoners were all heavily addicted to smoking, they dared not voice any objections at this moment.


    At five-thirty in the afternoon, it was time for dinner.


    When the prison guard came to take attendance, he was taken aback by the sight of the injured Dean. Just as he was about to inquire about what had happened, he noticed several other prisoners with severed limbs, leaving him even more astonished.


    Then he saw Charlie, who appeared calm and satisfied, without a single scar on his face. It was clear to him that Charlie was responsible for the injuries he observed.


    However, he refrained from questioning the situation. The guard understood the unspoken rules of Brooklyn Prison better than the inmates did. Here, prisoners were expected to handle their own affairs without interfering with the guards, who likewise kept their distance unless absolutely necessary.


    The prison operated under three main guidelines: first, do not resist; second, do not harm anyone; third, do not attempt to escape.


    In other words, as long as the prisoners didn’t attack the guards, remained incarcerated, and were alive, everything else was beyond the guards’ concern.


    Conflicts between different prison sections, cells, or even within the same cell were typically overlooked.


    At that moment, none of the injured prisoners requested medical attention, indicating their desire for the prison to stay out of their business. Consequently, the guards focused solely on counting inmates and allowing them to proceed to the dining area in an orderly manner.


    However, upon noticing John Lawrence’s face, which had swollen to the size of a pig’s head, the guard couldn’t help but exim, “Father, what happened to you?”


    John Lawrence flinched at the term “father” and quickly replied, “I’m not a priest! I’ve lost my priesthood!”


    In reality, John Lawrence had relished being referred to as a priest by the prisoners.


    Despite their crimes, many inmates still held onto their religious beliefs. Meeting a fellow inmate who was also a priest often elicited a measure of respect, even if they were aware of his troubled past.


    But John Lawrence was painfully aware that his past as a priest made Charlie particrly resentful towards him. The thought of facing a hundred ps each day filled him with despair.


    In a moment of desperation, he quietly asked the guard, “Is there any chance you could help me switch cells? I’m notfortable in this one…”


    As soon as John Lawrence uttered those words, every prisoner, except for Charlie, turned to stare at him in shock.


    The rules of Brooklyn Prison dictated that internal matters should be settled internally. Requesting help from the guards was a clear vition of those rules.


    Confused, they wondered why John Lawrence would seek assistance from the guard. Did he think that asking for a cell change would shield him from Charlie’s wrath?<fn4354> For original chapters go to FιndNovel</fn4354>


    The guard was equally taken aback and responded, “Father, changing cells is quite straightforward, but keep in mind that prisoners who ask for such changes are often unwee in the new cell. There have been instances where a prisoner requested a transfer, only to find no one willing to ept them. After enduring beatings, they had to return to their original cell. I suggest you reconsider.”