Chapter 5558

Before long, the prison guards led Charlie to Cell No. 8, his new home. Inside, the prisoners were
making noise, but the guards quickly restored order, and everyone formed a makeshift line in the center
of the cell.

Two guards at the door checked the headcount through the iron railings and signaled their colleagues to
unlock the gate with the intercom. Once the green light was given, the two guards entered the cell to
ensure everything was in order before motioning for Charlie to follow. As he entered, an unpleasant odor
filled the air, a mix of unwashed bodies, dirty bedding, and the smell of the communal toilet.

Charlie grimaced at the foul smell, but his fellow inmates seemed unfazed by the cell’s unsanitary
conditions. One of the inmates noticed Charlie’s discomfort and teased, “Looks like our new roommate
isn’t too thrilled with our accommodations!”

Laughter erupted among the prisoners, and another inmate chimed in, “Seems like he’s got delicate skin
and a soft disposition. Right up your alley, isn’t it?”

Amid the laughter, Charlie frowned and shot a glare at the inmate, his mind racing with thoughts of
revenge.

The burly man chuckled and added, “I’ll have him accustomed to my musk and my ‘little brother’ soon
enough!”

The inmate, catching Charlie’s gaze, raised his eyebrows provocatively.

The lead prison guard stepped forward and introduced Charlie, saying, “This is your new cellmate who
will be staying in bed No. 16 from now on.” He then addressed the teasing inmate, “Dean, I’d advise you
to keep things in check. We’re still dealing with the consequences of your previous actions. You’ve
caused trouble one too many times.”



Dean shrugged and said, “Come on, it was just a bit of fun with that kid. I was supposed to mentor him
and provide some entertainment. He couldn’t handle it and tried to end it all. Can you blame me?”

Another inmate chimed in, “Exactly! The boss showed him some favor, and he should’ve considered it a
privilege! What’s there to complain about?”

The prison guard responded sternly, “He’s not deceased yet. He’s still receiving medical care.” He then
gave Charlie a stern look and said to Dean, “But his survival is uncertain, so please, don’t make my job
any harder.”

Dean grinned and assured, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep things under control.”

With a nod, the prison guard turned away, and the cell’s gate closed automatically.

The remaining prisoners relaxed visibly. Dean approached Charlie, a smile on his face. “Hey, newcomer,
let me explain how things work in this cell.”

Charlie ignored him and went to bed No. 16.

Annoyed by the lack of response, Dean grabbed Jagoan’s collar and pointed threateningly, “Listen here,
kid. You better pay attention, got it?”

Jagoan replied calmly, “Your breath is quite unpleasant, and you don’t seem to care about hygiene. This
cell doesn’t appear to prioritize cleanliness.”

Pushing Dean’s hand away, Jagoan casually arranged his bedding.

Dean was taken aback by Jagoan’s audacity. He couldn’t believe that this seemingly frail newcomer had
the nerve to challenge him. Dean wondered if Jagoan had connections he shouldn’t cross and stepped
onto Jagoan’s bed, his tone menacing, “Kid, who do you think you are? If you can’t give me a name to
respect, you better be prepared for trouble.”



Jagoan glanced at Dean’s dirty shoes leaving marks on his bed and replied calmly, “I have no affiliations.
I’m just an undocumented immigrant apprehended by immigration. You don’t need to show me any
respect because I certainly won’t offer you any. Now, get your feet off my bed and clean up the mess.”

Dean stood in stunned silence. In this cell, everyone usually obeyed him. He could usually dominate and
bully anyone he pleased. He never expected a seemingly fragile Asian man to stand up to him.

The other inmates, equally surprised, watched curiously, eager to see how Dean would respond to this
bold newcomer.

Dean, a physically powerful man, was known for his strength within these walls. In the cell, there were 15
other inmates, most of them Dean’s followers, and the rest were too afraid to challenge his authority.

Fuming, Dean clenched his fists and warned, “Kid, you have no idea where you are. I’m Dean, and I call
the shots here. When I say jump, you jump. When I say lie down, you lie down. You eat what I tell you to
eat, and you swallow whatever I tell you to swallow. You better fall in line, or I’ll make your life miserable.”

Jagoan observed Dean’s threatening demeanor and vulgar language and asked calmly, “Are you into
men?”

Dean clenched his fists even tighter and replied, “I’m not, but in this place, I enjoy having guys like you
serve me.”

Jagoan nodded and said, “You want me to serve you, right? Why don’t you explain the specific services
you have in mind?”

Dean chuckled and said, “I could explain, but it’s more practical if I show you in the bathroom, step by
step. That way, you can practice firsthand.”

The other inmates cheered, some asking, “Boss, are you having some fun before sundown? Can we
have a go when you’re done?”



Dean laughed and replied, “Let me inspect the merchandise first. Afterward, anyone interested can take
a turn!”

With a menacing scowl, he turned to Jagoan and ordered, “Let’s go. Follow me to the restroom!”

Jagoan simply nodded, gestured at the foot of his bed, and replied calmly, “I’ll discuss those shoe prints
later.”

After that, he straightened his attire and headed toward the bathroom.

Dean chuckled and turned to the onlookers, saying, “You’ve got guts, and I respect that. Everyone, wait
outside and no peeking. Or else, I’ll make sure your heads spin!”

Everyone agreed with smiles before Dean entered the bathroom.

Once inside, he shut the door and turned to Jagoan, a sly grin on his face. “It’s been a while since I met
someone as fragile as you, ever since that kid… Let me teach you how to survive in Brooklyn Prison.”

“A lesson?” Jagoan sneered. “How about I give you a lesson in hygiene first?”

Without warning, Jagoan’s hand shot forward, clamping around Dean’s throat with lightning speed, his
thumb pressing hard on Dean’s Adam’s apple.

Dean never expected Jagoan, a seemingly weak figure, to strike first, and that his grip would be so
strong. He couldn’t breathe, and his neck hurt, rendering him powerless.

Years of physical training had inflated Dean’s confidence in his strength, believing he was among the
strongest in Brooklyn Prison. Yet here he was, being overpowered by a slender Asian man!

Dean’s neck throbbed with pain as Jagoan continued to squeeze. Breathing became impossible, and
Dean’s face turned colors.



Desperate, Dean couldn’t utter a word. His defiant look turned into one of fear as he stared at Jagoan.

Jagoan observed the terror in Dean’s eyes and sneered, “Still think you don’t have foul breath? Seems
like you’ve been neglecting dental hygiene since childhood, growing even dirtier and lazier as you’ve
matured. Allow me to show you how to scrub that rotten mouth of yours.”

With that, Jagoan grabbed the toilet brush beside him with his left hand, pried open Dean’s mouth with
his right, and thrust the dirty brush inside.

Though Dean was quite bulky, his mouth paled in comparison. As Jagoan forced the toilet brush, thick
and bristle-covered, into Dean’s mouth, it sliced open two bloody gashes at the corners.

Dean convulsed in pain as Jagoan showed no mercy, shoving the entire brush head into his mouth and
scrubbing vigorously. Blood flowed freely from Dean’s mouth.

Dean’s mouth and throat throbbed with agony. The harsh plastic bristles had inflicted countless wounds
inside, prompting tears to flow uncontrollably.

Dean wished to sob loudly, hoping the boys outside the door would come to his rescue. Yet he had shut
the bathroom door himself, and with his mouth crammed with a toilet brush and Jagoan’s fingers
squeezing his throat, his cries were as feeble, inaudible to those outside.

With no hope, Dean could only raise his hands above his head and use gestures to beg Jagoan for
mercy.

Jagoan momentarily paused, leaving the toilet brush in Dean’s mouth, and taunted, “Weren’t you just
teaching me how to survive in Brooklyn? Now you’re crying like a girl. Are you worthy of those muscles?”

Dean couldn’t respond, and he couldn’t stop the flow of tears. He could only fix Jagoan with a pitiful look
as Jagoan shoved the toilet brush deeper and asked, “What were you talking about earlier? Planning to
stuff something somewhere?”



Dean shook his head in terror. But Jagoan persisted, “You don’t want to admit it, do you? Well, aren’t you
a tough guy? How about I help you put that toilet brush where you’ll truly enjoy it?”

A look of sheer terror flashed across Dean’s face. He saw Jagoan’s cold, unwavering expression, empty
of any threats. His body quivered in fear, afraid that Jagoan might actually follow through.

Knees trembling, Dean collapsed to the floor and knelt with a thud. He clasped his hands atop his head
and pleaded with Jagoan through gestures.

Jagoan gazed at Dean’s intense fear and inquired curiously, “Scared, are you?”

Dean nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face.

Jagoan twisted his wrist and inserted the toilet brush into Dean’s mouth once more. Blood and saliva
flowed from the corners. Dean’s spirit shattered completely.

Seeing Dean’s blood vessels pulsating wildly with agony and his spirit shattered, Jagoan had no
intention of letting up. He declared icily, “Remember this! If I see you unhappy, your fear and pleas will be
worthless. Just like how you tormented the weak when you were a child, I’ll continue to subject you to
random, senseless beatings until you’re utterly broken.”

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