Charlie noticed Lucas’s appearance and made a mental note to find a chance to talk to himter.


    Meanwhile, Sanchez and his entourage of over a dozen individuals had already settled down at thergest window on the south side. Sanchez himself upied a six-person dining table by the window, while the others formed a semicircle around the adjacent empty table.


    As Charlie wondered why no one from this group had gone to fetch food, several prison guards apanied by a man in chef’s attire entered, pushing a dining cart. Although the cart was covered with a stainless steel lid, a tantalizing aroma wafted from within, causing many prisoners to discreetly swallow their saliva.


    The dining cart was wheeled directly to Sanchez’s side. His men quickly moved to lift the lid and peek inside. The array of exquisite dishes revealed a feast that included bread, sds, cold-cut Spanish ham, French escargot soup, and more. Notably, there was also a medium-rare top steak apanied by a bottle of Romanée-Conti red wine.


    Charlie was taken aback; he hadn’t anticipated such overt disys of privilege in an American prison. Sanchez’s meal resembled something one might expect from a three-Michelin-star French restaurant.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Sanchez’s men began serving the meals, cing them in front of him. A younger associate expertly uncorked the Romanee-Conti, retrieving a decanter and a red wine ss from the cart’s second tier and pouring the wine with finesse.


    Noticing Dean drooling while eyeing Sanchez’s feast, Charlie couldn’t help but ask, “Has Sanchez always been this extravagant in prison?”


    “Yes…” Dean replied, wincing as saliva aggravated his mouth wound. “Since the day Sanchez arrived, he’s been like this. He brought his own chef from Mexico, and it’s said that part of the prison kitchen is reserved for his use. His chef prepares three meals a day for him.”


    With a hint of envy in his tone, Dean continued, “Brooklyn Prison is a federal facility. Normally, federal prisons don’t allow conjugal visits, but Sanchez has special privileges. He gets three three-hour visits each week, during which his associates send him various beautiful women to enjoy…”


    Seeing Dean’s envy, Charlie asked curiously, “Why are you so envious? You’re not gay, are you?”


    Dean looked dejected. “Sir… if I had the chance to meet a woman, I wouldn’t be gay… I have no choice in this. If someone were to send me three beauties every week, I’d be furious. I don’t want to be gay…”


    Charlie smiled slightly, choosing to remain silent. He had been observing his surroundings. Almost everyone from the first and second wards was present, yet he still hadn’t spotted Peter Zhou.<fn1202> Chapters first released on find?novel</fn1202>


    After getting his meal, Charlie didn’t join Dean at a fixed table. Instead, he approached the back of the line and addressed Lucas, “Lucas, right? I’m a friend of Andrew’s. He asked me toe in and see you, saying you might be able to help me if I need anything.”


    Upon hearing Andrew’s name, Lucas quickly gestured toward a table in the corner. “Brother, wait for me over there. I’ll be with you shortly.”


    Charlie nodded and made his way to the corner with his dinner te.


    In Brooklyn Prison, most inmates preferred to mingle, leaving Charlie alone in the corner without any nearbypany.


    A few minutester, Lucas approached with his own meal, took a seat across from Charlie, and quietly asked, “Do you need help with something?”


    Charlie, while eating, replied softly, “I heard there’s a Chinese-American named Peter Zhou who was imprisoned here a few months ago. Have you heard anything about him?”


    “Peter Zhou?” Lucas pondered for a moment before shaking his head. “I haven’t heard of him. Are you sure he’s here?”


    Charlie affirmed, “I’m sure. The information came from a very reliable source.”


    “That’s strange…” Lucas remarked earnestly. “I’ve never encountered anyone by that name. I keep a daily updated list of new inmates, and his name isn’t on it.”


    Charlie inquired, “Could he be in solitary confinement somewhere in this prison?”


    Lucas thought carefully before responding, “I can’t guarantee that. Since you were rmended by Andrew, I’ll be honest with you. Although Brooklyn Prison is officially a federal institution, the Rothschild family actually controls it.”


    As he spoke, he gestured toward Sanchez, who was leisurely cutting his steak and sipping red wine in the distance, saying to Charlie, “Look at that man, the notorious drug lord Gu Stavo Sanchez. He can enjoy steak and red wine here not just because he’s wealthy and influential, but also because he has ties with the Rothschild family!”