After that, Joseph reached out, picked up the leftover half of the top steak from Gustavo’s te, and exaggeratedly took a big bite, chewing while cursing. “Shit, why don’t we have this steak to eat? Next time something like this happens, I think we should stage a riot in the prison to protest!”


    Gustavo chuckled and replied, “Joseph, if you want steak, just let me know, and I’ll arrange it for you. Why make such a fuss?”


    Joseph nodded, pointing at Gustavo and said, “It’s better you go ahead.”


    He then waved his handzily and added, “Let’s go. Don’t forget what you said—prepare a few bottles of that good wine for me; I’ll need it tomorrow.”


    Gustavo watched Joseph stroll away before sitting down in another area, his expression gradually clouding over.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Alberto leaned in and asked quietly, “Boss, do you want me to take care of that American? Just say the word, and I’ll stick a knife in his brain and twist it around!”


    Gustavo replied, “Can’t you see his intentions yet?” Alberto shook his head. “Isn’t he just here to stir up trouble?”


    With a sneer, Gustavo said, “He’s trying to provoke me to spark a fight between our sides.”


    Alberto quickly countered, “Boss, we’re not afraid to fight! I’ve taken out more people than he’s ever been with women!” Gustavo’s tone turned icy. “Do you really think this is Mexico? If you kill someone here, the Americans will throw you in a solitary cell where you’ll lose track of time and eventually fade away!”


    Continuing, Gustavo added, “While you’re all trained killers, in a ce like this, there are no weapons or terrain to give you an advantage. Most of your skills will be useless. And weck the numbers. Each of those Americans can toss a bench and crush you! If you die, I’ll have no protection here, and I’ll have to ask the Rothschild family to send people to back me up. But if moree, they’ll likely support a new Joseph to take me down…”


    At this point, Gustavo borated, “The Rothschild family wants to make sure I don’t live toofortably here. They’re aware we’re trying to ce new personnel in Brooklyn Prison, and they likely want to use that to their advantage. You heard what Joseph said; he’s looking to incite a riot. I believe he’s serious about it, probably already nning it. Engaging with him now would be falling right into his trap.”


    Alberto asked, “Boss, are you really just going to let them walk all over us?” Gustavo sighed, “For now, I have to endure. I’ve asked someone to look into Joseph’s background. Everyone in his family is dead; he’s all alone. There’s no one outside who can control him, and his crew are hard-core gang members. He’s got nothing to lose, and that makes him dangerous; he’s not afraid of death. I still want to find a way to leave the U.S. alive!”


    Meanwhile, Joseph walked toward his designated dining area, still savoring his steak. He took a few gulps of red wine from the bottle and settled into his exclusive seat. His younger brother had brought him lunch, which, although substantial, was the same nd fare as the other inmates received.


    Looking at the prison food before him, Joseph cursed, “Damn, I just had half a delicious steak, and now I’m stuck with this crap!”<fn670c> ?????? ???? Find_Novel(.</fn670c>


    The other guys around him looked disheartened, wondering what they should do in response to their boss’sints.


    At that moment, one of Joseph’s most trusted brothers quietly asked, “Boss, how is that Mexican so calm? He’s not fooled at all!”


    Joseph coolly replied, “Gustavo is sharper than he appears. I think he’s already figured out what I’m up to.”


    The younger brother, concerned, asked, “What should we do now?” Joseph stretched and said, “If the fish doesn’t take the bait, then we’ll have to find another way!”<h3 ss="wp-block-heading has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>