Chapter 1335: Chapter 1334: This Is a Business Deal
The sunlight spilled over the playground through the high walls.
Some were playing basketball under the hoop, while others were releasing their enthusiasm next to the fitness equipment.
Life here was very slow-paced and leisurely.
If you look carefully, you’ll notice that people here often cluster together.
They gather in groups, wary of each other, with no interactions.
Because this is a prison.
Old Fox was incarcerated in the prison adjacent to York State.
This is a private prison, and when Old Fox was transferred here, Young Fox spent a significant amount of money.
For a public prison director, they are also unwilling to offend the tax department. Sometimes when people involved in tax evasion or other similar issues are sent to prison, their transfer applications are directly rejected.
Sometimes it’s necessary for these people to live miserably in prison to warn those outside not to harbor any illusions about hiding the nation’s money in their own pockets!
After his transfer, Old Fox’s life became very comfortable. The private prison is hell for many criminals, but for wealthy criminals, it is paradise.
He sat on a steel-tiered stand picking his teeth; the steak at lunch was a bit overcooked, and some meat fibers were stuck between his teeth.
As he aged, the gaps between his teeth have widened.
The afternoon sun was a bit scorching, but older folks are less sensitive to changes in external temperatures; with declining body functions, their need for heat shifts from self-generation to reliance on external sources.
Around him were some young men, who kept their hair buzzed very short, appearing clearly not to be trifled with.
They were young, with solid builds, especially their eyes, which bore the gaze of killers rather than the "good child" look.
These men were arranged by the Green brothers to protect Old Fox.
Getting people into this place wasn’t hard.
Because this was a private prison, prisoners were tools for the prison director to make money, especially since these people weren’t here due to crimes; they were arranged to be here.
This meant they had more options for spending in prison, and since it’s about making money, why would they refuse?
These people mostly stayed for a year or two, not too long. When they left, another group would come in, constantly rotating to ensure enough of his own people were always around Old Fox.
Prison was a closed world; outside, it didn’t matter if you were successful, wealthy, or a famous gang leader.
Here, everyone was the same; if you didn’t want to be offended, it was best to speak with your fists.
These young men were meant to protect Old Fox, living in double rooms, eating top-grade meals, watching TV, receiving a monthly allowance, and not having to work.
Of course, all this came at a cost—money!
They must pay the prison more money to enjoy these services.
But at this point for Young Fox, this amount of money was nothing; he could afford it.
The moment the meat fiber stuck in his teeth was picked out, Old Fox felt an indescribable comfort.
The meat fiber rolled around on his tongue; he considered it for a moment and spat it out instead of swallowing it.
The sunlight was just right, and he squinted his eyes, almost falling asleep.
Just then, suddenly, a basketball rolled over.
The people sitting beside Old Fox, chatting or tending to their own affairs, all stood up instantly.
Undoubtedly, this was a provocative act. In prison, every person’s place and actions were known.
These were unwritten rules established through underground fights and battles, understood by all but written down nowhere.
If it were just an ordinary ball that rolled over, the ones playing basketball wouldn’t walk over, to avoid misunderstandings.
They would stand in place, shout something like "Sorry, could you toss my ball back?" and wait for a response with a smile.
But this time, as the ball rolled over, the group playing basketball came walking over too.
This was a sign of provocation, a signal for battle!
The ball rolled to Old Fox’s feet, and he was also alerted by those around him.
Having spent most of his life in the gang, he understood these rules better than anyone. He glanced down at the ball by his feet, stepped on it, and looked up slightly at the approaching group.
"You’ve dirtied my ball, old bastard!"
The leader of the group stared at Old Fox, but Old Fox didn’t respond.
A young man standing in front of him blocked the two; without any fear, he stared into the eyes of the person facing him.
At this moment, the distance between the two was so close that not even a fist could fit; he too tilted his head slightly, speaking to the troublemakers with a somewhat dismissive, unconcerned attitude, "Do you know whose trouble you’re looking for?"
The guy let out a "ha" laugh, as if he found something particularly amusing, "Besides a bunch of losers here, who else can I bother?"
The young man didn’t get angry, he just maintained his demeanor, "You better get it straight, we’re with the Green Brothers, and this is a friend of our big boss."
The troublemaker cleaned his ear with his pinky, "Green Brothers?"
"What the hell is that?"
Under Lynch’s guidance, the Green Brothers transitioned from ground to underground—
This may sound a bit vague and contradictory, but in reality, it was the transformation of the entire criminal organization.
They developed from a simple gang into a large criminal corporation.
With the guise of legal business operations and a sufficiently strong legal team to resolve various judicial issues for them, the Anti-Organized Crime Investigation Bureau of the Federation has had its eyes on them but has struggled to obtain any solid evidence.
From the current perspective, they are just legitimate merchants, running legal businesses and never doing anything illegal.
But this doesn’t mean they haven’t broken any laws; they just do everything more covertly.
For example, in the past year alone, more than half of the "drunk driving" accidents have been linked to the Green Brothers!
From a judicial standpoint, this is not a criminal act; the driver got drunk, then floored the gas pedal and accidentally killed some people.
The Green Brothers also actively represented the drivers to compensate the legal indemnity to the deceased’s families and made sure those drivers went to jail.
But everyone at the bureau knows, this is just how the Green Brothers eliminate those people.
And that’s not all—there’s also electrocution, gas leaks, and misuse of medication; their methods have become more covert, making it harder to use as evidence.
This has also led to a sharp decline in the influence and reputation of the Green Brothers in the surrounding areas.
Only those high enough in rank know how terrifying these two brothers are, and how scary Lynch behind them is.
As long as Lynch stands, the Green Brothers won’t fall, and as long as they stand, the Anti-Organized Crime Investigation Bureau can’t do much about them.
The criminal system is becoming more mature, the methods more covert—perhaps they’ve really left the Federation officials with no way to deal with them!
The leader is just a gang member; he accidentally killed someone during a brawl and was sent in.
He’s somewhat out of touch with the outside world, knowing even less about things higher up.
He’s never even heard of any Green Brothers crap, let alone know who their boss is.
He only knows that someone arranged for him to cause trouble for this person, and as long as he did, he could live more comfortably here.
His attitude sparked the young man’s dissatisfaction, and the two sides immediately started brawling.
The guards, who usually blow their whistles even if the prisoners get a little too close to each other, were suddenly as if...they collectively disappeared.
Old Fox looked toward the window of the prison director’s office. Due to the light and angle, he couldn’t see what’s behind the glass, but he knows that the prison director is definitely watching him.
Actually, Old Fox wasn’t surprised that his request to be transferred was rejected by the prison director.
He’s not living here alone; there are young brothers around them, and these people have to bring in an extra twenty to thirty thousand a month for the prison director.
They are like cash cows that can always give money; how could the prison director agree to transfer Old Fox to another prison?
So he’s been delaying the approval, while Old Fox started using external forces to interfere. The prison director, after much contemplation, decided to give him a lesson, to make him understand.
The prison is the prison, the outside world is the outside world.
The world outside can’t affect the inside!
"This old devil!"
The prison director held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Old Fox outside; he knows the other party couldn’t see him, but he could feel the other person’s gaze.
He was very displeased; there have already been whispers to him privately, suggesting that, unless there’s a special reason, it might be best to let the person go.
It’s so easy for them to say it, but what about the annual loss of twenty to thirty thousand in income it would cost him? Who’s covering that?
By threatening Old Fox a bit, make him understand who actually calls the shots in here.
The fight continued, perhaps with the warden’s backing, they weren’t actually planning to lay a hand on Old Fox, but rather targeted those protecting him.
If the people of the Federation had a deep and lengthy history, they’d definitely know what "killing as a message" means.
But they don’t, they can only use scarce words like "intimidation" and "threat" to describe such things.
After more than ten minutes, the warden nodded, and the captain of the guard walked out of the warden’s office, sounding the alarm.
Then the guards came rushing into the field blowing their whistles; they wielded rubber batons to separate both parties.
But if one were to observe their actions, they’d notice they were forcefully hitting those young people while sparing the other group.
The captain then appeared there, with a cold expression, looking at Old Fox and the young people, demanding very unsympathetically that they be put into solitary confinement.
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