As Gustavo reveled in thest remnants of the drug lord’s power to secure the bed next to Charlie, he was eager to get closer to him when suddenly, his cell phone buzzed in his pocket.


    He swiftly pulled out his phone and saw that the caller was none other than Warden Bruce Weinstein.


    Gustavo felt a jolt of surprise.


    His initial reaction was a mix of irritation and disbelief: “Seriously, Bruce Weinstein, that insignificant little man, has the audacity to call me directly? Does he really think he’s important?” Over time, he had developed a strong aversion to answering phone calls.


    Gustavo’s difort with phone calls had grown; they always seemed to lead to unpleasant experiences. He preferred when his subordinates respectfully reported to him in person ormunicated through polite text messages. <f28> Newest update provided by find?novel</f28><h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    However, when it came to issuingmands, he still favored phone calls, relishing the satisfaction of directmunication.


    Everyone around him was well aware of his disdain for phone calls, so typically, they would initiate contact with a text that started with “Dear Mr. Sanchez.” Bruce Weinstein’s direct approach was a rare urrence he hadn’t experienced in years.


    Had this calle before today, Gustavo would have hung up without a second thought. Yet, after narrowly escaping death at the hands of Joseph, a sense of wariness and fear of the unknown prompted him to think twice. After a brief moment of contemtion, he reluctantly pressed the answer button.


    “Bruce,” he replied, his tone clearly irritated. “I thought I told you not to call me. Why didn’t you just send me a message first?”


    Warden Bruce Weinstein spoke urgently, “Mr. Sanchez, is Mr. Wade with you today? I have something urgent to discuss with him!”


    “Mr. Wade?” Gustavo echoed in surprise. “You need Mr. Wade’s help for what?”


    Charlie, who had been resting in the bed next door, sat up and said to Gustavo, “Let me talk to him.”


    Gustavo handed the phone over to Charlie with a respectful gesture.


    Charlie took the phone and greeted, “Mr. Warden, what can I do for you?”


    Bruce Weinstein replied anxiously, “Mr. Wade, you mentioned something terrifying about a man being too hard—have you ever experienced that?”


    Understanding Bruce’s distress, Charlie maintained a calm demeanor and responded, “Of course I’ve encountered it, but why does it concern you now?”


    Bruce hurriedly assured him, “I believe you, I do! Mr. Wade… today, I was a bit too arrogant. I thought you were exaggerating… and now I realize how foolish I was…”


    With tears in his eyes, he implored, “Mr. Wade, please help me. If you don’t, I might really be finished!”


    Feigning surprise, Charlie asked, “What exactly happened? Please, go ahead and exin.”


    Bruce sobbed as he recounted, “Honestly, Mr. Wade, Mr. Sanchez arranged for two beautiful women to spend the night with me. But I don’t know if I was too excited or if something went wrong with my body. Suddenly, I experienced severe swelling. It feels like I’ve taken 10,000 F*cking Viagra pills! The situation is worsening, and the doctor at Manhattan Hospital said the tissue is starting to necrotize, meaning amputation might be my only option. I’m begging you—can you save me?”


    Charlie smiled, realizing that events were unfolding just as he had anticipated. He then replied, “Well, this…”<h3 ss="wp-block-heading has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>