As he spoke, a group of muscr men adorned with tattoos on their arms, necks, and even faces emerged at the entrance of the second prison area. They surrounded a strong individual with gray hair who appeared to be in his twenties but was actually in his forties or fifties. Despite his age, he had maintained an impressive physique through consistent workouts.


    Lucas turned to Charlie and said, “That man with the gray hair is Joseph Norris, the boss of the second ward.”


    Charlie inquired, “Does he have any ties to the Rothschild family?”


    Lucas shook his head, rifying, “No, he doesn’t. Joseph has been in this prison for many years. Before the Rothschild family took over, he was already in charge here. After the takeover, the prison was divided into two wards; Norris remained in the second ward, while Gustavo was assigned to the first.”<fn49ef> Official source is find?novel</fn49ef>


    He continued, “I suspect the Rothschild family wants to use Joseph to keep an eye on Gustavo. If Gustavo were allowed to take full control, it could pose a threat to the Rothschild family. By keeping Joseph in ce, they can ensure that Gustavo remains cautious. Even though Gustavo is strong, most of his influence is in Mexico. Joseph’s strength may not match Gustavo’s, but he has significant control here. If he ever decides to oppose Gustavo, he could rally many prisoners from the first area, including that Dean you just saw.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Charlie nodded slightly, understanding the dynamics at y. It was clear that while Gustavo couldn’t be toofortable, the Rothschild family had a vested interest in him, with Tawo being quite strategic in his actions.


    Meanwhile, Joseph entered, apanied by his younger brother, and walked toward another section near the window on the south side. As he passed by, numerous gang members acknowledged him with respect, some even shaking hands and exchanging high-fives.


    When Joseph approached Gustavo and his crew, he abruptly halted, ncing at Gustavo’s dining table. With a frown, he asked, “Gustavo, is that Romanée-Conti any good?”


    Gustavo looked up with a chuckle and replied, “Why do you ask? Isn’t there a store in New York selling Romanee-Conti? It’s not that expensive, only about 50,000 dors. You’ve never had it, have you?”


    Joseph didn’t seem offended and continued toward him. Seeing this, Gustavo’s men immediately stood up, blocking Joseph’s path. One of them warned coldly, “Don’te any closer, or I won’t hold back!”


    Joseph shot back sarcastically, “Brother, this isn’t Mexico; this is New York, USA. How dare you act so arrogantly here? Do you really think Mexican drug traffickers can do as they please everywhere?”


    The man, known for his ruthlessness, was clearly angered by the insult. He pointed at Joseph, saying, “I’ll kill you, Yank!”


    Joseph dismissed him with a wave, saying, “I know you’ve killed many, but it’s irrelevant. This is New York, not a yground for you Mexicans! No matter how tough you think you are, you’re just another pawn in Gustavo’s prison.”


    The man clenched his teeth in anger, responding, “If you keep humiliating us Mexicans, you should be afraid of what might happen to you one day!”


    Joseph retorted with disdain, “You’re nothing but hot air! Believe me, if I merely say the word, all the gangsters in New York will start hunting you Mexican drug dealers down in these streets. Your boss may have many men, but can he really bring thousands to New York?”


    The man was on the verge of losing control, his fist ready to strike Joseph. At that moment, Gustavo shouted, “Alberto, shut your mouth!”


    Alberto, the Mexican man, had no choice but to swallow his anger.


    Joseph, observing the tense scene, sneered and moved closer to Gustavo. He picked up a half-full bottle of Romanée-Conti and said, “I’ll take this wine for a taste. Next time you have something special, save a bottle for me.”


    Gustavo, unfazed, smiled and replied, “My mistake. I’ll make sure to prepare a few bottles for you next time.”


    Then he asked Joseph, “Do you need a decanter and a wine ss?”


    Joseph took a few swigs straight from the bottle, burping contentedly as he grinned, “Who needs a wine ss? That’s not my style.”