As Joseph’s crew gradually surrounded Gustavo and his younger sibling, the Mexicans closed in on Gustavo as well, creating a tight circle around him.


    Gustavo’s demeanor remained icy, with a hint of anger simmering beneath the surface.


    He felt like a king brought low, believing that he was the standard against which others measured themselves, and that he was being bullied by mere dogs now that he had fallen from grace.


    Outside, he hadmanded thousands of troops. If anyone dared to meet his gaze in the street, he would draw his pistol and shoot them without a moment’s hesitation.


    Yet now, he found himself trapped in an American prison, rendered passive by a group of mindless, muscle-bound men.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Realizing he was outnumbered, Gustavo couldn’t help but shout, “Joseph, what’s going on here?”


    Joseph, leaving his younger brother behind, stepped outside of the circle and addressed Gustavo directly. He pointed to one of his own men and said seriously, “Gustavo, you’ve been far too ostentatious in Brooklyn Prison. Some of my guys haven’t had a decent steak in over ten years, yet you feast on the finest gourmet meals daily!”


    “And let’s not forget that half of my crew has never even tasted caviar. But you, on the other hand, have splurged tens of thousands on it, stuffing jars of caviar into burgers and devouring them!”


    “Not to mention those bottles of Romanée-Conti that cost tens of thousands. It’s only today that I learned what the hell Romanee-Conti actually tastes like!”<fn21e8> Latest content published on Find~Novel</fn21e8>


    At this point, Joseph wore an embarrassed expression as he continued, “Gustavo, there’s an old Chinese saying: it’s not about scarcity but inequality. You unt your privileges here every single day. My boys see this and feel anxious about it. Now they’re fed up! They want steaks, caviar, and Romanee-Conti too. I can’t resolve these issues myself, so I have no choice but to let them settle it with you!”


    One of the men shouted, “Exactly! Why should you be the only one eating steak and drinking red wine? What about us, Gustavo?”


    With disdain, Gustavo replied, “That’s because you don’t have as much money as I do. If you had tens of billions like me, you could sit here, eat steak, and drink red wine too. What are you whining about? Youck money, and your bosscks it too, yet you me me?”


    Caught off guard by Gustavo’s mockery, the younger brother shot back, “Gustavo, you son of a b*tch! How much cash you have outside is irrelevant. Even if you guzzle all the red wine in the country, I won’t care! But here, you must follow the rules!”


    “Rules?” Gustavo scoffed. “What rules are you talking about?”


    The young man retorted angrily, “Damn it, the rule here is that if others can’t enjoy steak and red wine, then neither can you! No matter how wealthy you are!”


    “That’s right!” Joseph’s crew echoed, raising their voices in unison. “You can’t have special privileges in Brooklyn Prison!”


    Though danger loomed around him, Gustavo remained oblivious, still believing that these men were targeting his younger brother rather than him. With a sarcastic grin, he dered, “A bunch of Americans who don’t understand their ce! You clearly underestimate my power. The privileges I hold here far exceed what you perceive! Back when I was indulging myself, my men carefully arranged for beautiful women to be brought from all across the country, some flying thousands of miles just to spend three hours with me for tens of thousands of dors. I could even have my men bring your wives over to kneel before me and serve me. That’s who you’re dealing with.”