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Upon hearing Wayne's words, Bob, the prison guard standing nearby, instinctively replied:

"Okay...okay, sir..."

But then I suddenly realized.

Before him was just a damn fucking prisoner, and he was being far too respectful.

Having spent so much time in prison, Bob had long understood the inherent flaws of these prisoners.

They're all damned, born criminal bastards.

The nicer you treat them, the more they take advantage of you and think you're easy to bully.

They only know fists and batons when it comes to these scum of the underworld.

As for the prisoner named Wayne in front of us, we have no idea what he's up to with his charade.

They were so grateful that they cried tears of joy just for pulling those bastards up from the ground.

Is this some kind of performance art?

Bob doesn't believe Wayne single-handedly defeated everyone; that's impossible.

This Wayne must be one of the survivors, a lucky one, of this massive prison brawl.

After all, no one can defeat seventy or eighty prisoners by himself.

Even if Captain America from those American Dream comics for kids came, it wouldn't work.

Unless these prisoners all collectively fall sick.

Bob then took a deep breath, adopted a stern expression, and said to Wayne:

"What do you want to see Captain Robert for? Do you think this is some damn supermarket? Your request is denied... Now, all of you, return to your cells and await your morning assignments!"

Seeing that the prison brawl had not caused any serious injuries or major chaos, Bob's tense heart instantly relaxed.

He recovered from the shock he had just experienced and regained his composure as a prison guard.

He wasn't too harsh on Wayne, who had made such an outrageous suggestion.

After all, judging from the attitude of these damned prisoners, the leaders of several gangs were all very respectful to him.

This also made Bob wary.

Regardless of his social standing outside, now that he's in prison, everyone must respect Officer Bob. Bob then looked at Leon and said:

"Leon! Damn it, come with me to the interview room right now!"

The mess you've created is far greater than anticipated; two thousand dollars is definitely not enough.

It costs extra.

Just then, Bob suddenly realized that Wayne was walking towards him.

He quickly drew his baton and shouted:

"Go back! What do you think you're doing!?"

Several prison guards around him rushed forward to try and stop Wayne.

Unexpectedly, the prisoners present rushed over and formed a human wall. Without lifting a finger, they simply blocked all the surrounding prison guards, creating a passage for Wayne.

Bob became very anxious and shouted:

"What...what do you want to do?! This is a minor offense prison! If you want to riot, you'd better think about how many years you'll get in prison!" Having spent many years in the prison system, he knew all too well how terrifying the violent tendencies of many prisoners could be.

Every year, there are news reports of prison guards in serious crime prisons being attacked by inmates, resulting in serious injuries or even death on the spot.

One of Bob's colleagues had his spine broken, was paralyzed for several years, and then went missing.

However, the King County Correctional Center only holds minor offenders who are released after a year at most. Moreover, the environment is relaxed and there is an underground black market, so very few people commit any outrageous acts.

It's all because of that Wayne!?

Wayne calmly approached Bob and, under the man's terrified gaze, said:

"Bob, my friend, take me to see Robert. I have a business deal to discuss with him."

As he was speaking, Bob felt something being stuffed into his palm.

He looked down and saw a roll of twenty-dollar bills, which he estimated to be at least $500!

Bob was startled and quickly looked up at Wayne, only to see a calm look in the other's eyes.

Where did the other person pull out the banknotes from? How come he didn't see them at all?

It's like fucking magic...

He quietly slipped the banknotes into his pocket, his expression instantly relaxing, and said with a hint of apology:

"Mr. Wayne, I apologize for my poor attitude earlier. Since you have something to report to Captain Robert, I will take you to see him now."

"But...you need to get some clothes first."

Whether Wayne's money came from his clothes, shoes, ass, or even from some damn warp, it was real US dollars. Nothing could be more real.

Bob has always maintained a high level of professionalism in this regard.

He took a deep breath, nodded to Wayne, gestured to the guards beside him, opened the security door, and together with three guards, led Wayne out.

Outside was an isolation corridor. Bob found a new prison uniform for Wayne and removed the handcuffs from his waist, saying to Wayne, "Mr. Wayne, this is standard procedure."

Wayne nodded calmly, then extended his hands, which were handcuffed, without giving a clear answer.

Seeing that he had successfully handcuffed Wayne, Bob took a deep breath and forced a smile.

For some reason, he always felt very uncomfortable in front of Wayne.

It's as if you're completely naked, and everything about you is seen through by the other person.

Four prison guards then escorted Wayne through a series of security doors into the office area of ​​the King County Correctional Center, arriving at the door of an office—the office of Robert, the prison guard captain who managed this area.

Bob quickly knocked on the door:

"Captain Robert, it's me."

A rough, booming voice came from inside:

"Come in here, Bob! Have you checked the price of Trump? That cryptocurrency has fucking dropped again today!"

"I bought it with a loan of 50 yuan, and now I only have less than 5 yuan left! 5 yuan!"

"That damn Baron, how could he do this to me?! I even voted for his father!"

Bob pushed the door open and, along with the other three, led Wayne into the office.

In the cramped office, behind a desk sat a blond man in his thirties with bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair. The man was wearing a prison guard uniform; he was Captain Robert.

At this moment, he was clutching his hair, staring blankly at the screen in front of him, occasionally cursing under his breath.

Judging from the reflection in the glass behind him, he was checking the price trend of a cryptocurrency.

Bob sighed and said:

"Hey Robert, I advised you before that cryptocurrency is far inferior to stocks. Only stocks will always rise... I heard that the presidential family has made tens of billions of dollars through these things."

Robert gripped his hair tightly, staring at the screen and cursing incessantly:

"Damn it, he said Barron was a computer genius, that's why I trusted him so much..."

"America is finished...you know what, Bob? This country is fucking finished! The president is using his supporters' trust to make money through cryptocurrency..." "They say he also shorted the stock market beforehand and then released all sorts of fucking war news..."

"I trusted him so much, how dare he, how the hell dare he?!"

Captain Robert pounded his fist on the table and roared as he spoke.

At this point, a prison guard named Anderson interjected:

"Hey, at least we have Greenland, and maybe even Canada. Isn't that something to be proud of?"

Upon hearing this, Captain Robert abruptly raised his head and roared:

"Anderson, you fucking idiot! I hope that when you can't pay your bills and those bastards auction off your house, you'll still be talking about being proud of Greenland!...Who is he?"

Only then did he shift his gaze from the screen and see Wayne standing in front of him.

Robert frowned and said:

"Bob, is something wrong in the ward again? Someone injured? Didn't I already tell you to warn that damn Leon?" As the captain in charge of this ward, he knew all too well what it meant for a prisoner to be brought to his office.

Something's gone wrong.

Bob walked to the window, closed the blinds, locked the door, and then said to Robert:

"Hey boss, I thought you might be interested, so I brought him here... This... Mr. Wayne wants to talk business with you."

Robert raised an eyebrow and a smile appeared on his lips.

business.

He likes this word.

Especially after he lost so much money investing in cryptocurrencies that he was urinating blood.

Since this country has let him down, he must make amends to it.

Robert then took out a cigarette, lit it, leaned back, put his legs on the desk, looked up at Wayne, and said:

"Wayne... sir, tsk tsk, go ahead, I like making deals, but I hope you understand, the price for dealing with me... isn't cheap." "In this country, everything has a price tag; if you want better services, you need more money..."

Wayne, with a calm expression, took a few steps forward and sat down in the chair opposite Robert.

Robert frowned and said:

"Although we are talking about a deal, I have always been a professional, so don't forget who you are. In my presence, you are still a prisoner, and you cannot sit down without my permission."

Here, he is the most important person, and he doesn't like to be offended by others.

Some prisoners believe that they are equals after making a deal with him.

Unfortunately, they don't understand that although the sea lions in the zoo can stand at the same level as the audience during performances, they are still just animals.

In prison, he always made the decisions, as he held the power of life and death.

It looks like we need to give Wayne a hard time first.

As he spoke, four prison guards standing behind Wayne immediately walked over to him, pulled out their batons, and were about to drag him up.

Wayne looked at Robert, shook his head slightly, and said:

"Robert, I don't like your attitude. The person who controls the money is the boss... Think about your house. Are you planning to have your whole family evicted by those tax operatives from the IRS next month?"

He then turned to Bob and continued:

"And you, Bob, is this month's alimony payment to your ex-wife really going to solve anything?"

"Oh, and Anderson, isn't it Catherine's birthday soon? What does she want... a trip to Europe, my God, what a greedy woman, but she doesn't care if you have money or not, maybe her colleagues like her too."

"Sean, Sean, poor Sean, if you want to see your daughter Leila at your ex-wife's, you'd better pay the child support first..." "As for you, Warren, your father needs those drugs, doesn't he? But those damn drug dealers won't let you get away with this..." The office fell silent instantly, and everyone stopped moving.

Wayne said calmly:

"I think I can sit here now."