Chapter 2116
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"I'm not crazy … I saw it … I really saw it. White Nightmare … White Nightmare."
A prisoner was holding onto a prison guard in the corridor like a madman.
The other prison guards were pulling the prisoner.
The visiting room here wasn't the kind with a window partition.
Some prisoners had lighter crimes, so they could sit at a small table with their family or relatives to talk.
This prisoner seemed to have just met his family.
He suddenly seemed to have gone crazy.
No one knew if he was agitated by something.
Also sitting in the visiting room, Morocco Bick's expression was ugly.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen such a crazy prisoner.
"Belster, help me with my parole right now. The sooner, the better."
Totti Belster turned to look at Morocco Piccolo. "I heard that you've been here many times since more than a decade ago. Do you still care about a day or two?"
"No one can really get used to life in prison," Morocco Bick said.
Belster thought for a moment and said, "Bick, can you really think of a way for me?"
"You don't believe me?" Morocco Bick asked.
"We haven't worked together for more than ten years. I'm not sure if you still have the ability you used to."
In the past, Belster did trust Morocco Bick.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he worshipped him.
Back then, Morocco Bick didn't look like a liar at all.
Because liars gave people the impression that they were shifty-eyed.
Back then, Morocco Bick was all brawn.
And he looked especially honest. It was hard to believe that he was actually a highly intelligent person.
Many people didn't believe that Morocco Bick was a liar.
Plus, he had superb deception skills.
Back then, he was almost successful in every endeavor.
No matter who his target was, he never failed.
Until he locked on to a big boss of the underworld.
Back then, Morocco Bick was too confident, even to the point of arrogance.
A liar could trick anyone, including the cops.
But never turn your target to the gangs.
That was the rule of their line of work.
Because the gang could use any method to deal with them.
Liars would always be at a disadvantage against this group.
This was a matter of life and death.
But at that time, Moroco Piccolo had actually used the scam he had used on ordinary people on the gangsters.
In the end, he had no choice but to hide in jail.
To avoid being hunted down by the gang.
More than a decade had passed, and Totti Belster wasn't sure how capable Morocco Piccolo was.
"Belster, do you think I've been wasting my time in prison for more than a decade?"
"Fine." Totti Belster didn't really believe in Morocco Bick.
But he had to admit that with Morocco Piccolo's advice, it would indeed make it easier for him to get money.
In the end, Totty Belster decided to help Morocco Bick get parole.
But when he arrived at the warden's office in the morning, he heard that Morocco Bick could not be granted parole.
This was because Morocco Bick had committed a crime during his last parole.
Therefore, he had already lost his chance of parole.
Of course, it was not impossible to explain. For example, on the basis of the original parole fee, one could get parole approval by paying ten times the original parole fee.
But according to Morocco Piccolo's basic parole.
If Morocco Bick wanted to get out.
Then Totty Belster would have to pay five hundred thousand dollars.
There was no way Totty Belster would pay five hundred thousand dollars to bail Morocco Bick out.
"Ms. Caprice, can you do me a favor? If you'll do me this little favor, this check is yours. "Totty Belster handed Caprice a check for twenty thousand dollars.
Caprice raised her head silently and looked at Totty Belster.
Caprice's gaze made Totty Belster very uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry … I offended you." Totty Belster immediately reached out to take back the check.
But Caprice grabbed Belster's arm.
"Who gave you the guts to use a fake check in front of me?"
Totty Belster's face turned even uglier.
He had forgotten that he was in prison.
As a warden.
If he didn't have any ability, how could he have intimidated so many vicious criminals?
He actually dared to use a fake check in front of a warden.
He actually made the same mistake as Morocco Bick.
"Is it fun to tease an old woman?" Caprice said coldly.
"Ms. Caprice, you misunderstand. I took the wrong check. Actually, I'm a lawyer. This check is the evidence provided by my client. I haven't presented it to the judge yet and it's in my pocket."
"Is that so? So you're a respectable lawyer." Caprice's face lit up with a smile.
Totty Belster secretly sighed in relief.
It seemed like the lawyer title was really useful.
"There are many prisoners in my prison who are wronged. They also need a kind lawyer to help them."
"Of course, I'd be happy to, Ms. Caprice. I'll help these wronged people in court another day, but not today. I have something to do today."
"I'm afraid not. You can't leave." Caprice shook her head.
"Ms. Caprice, what do you mean? Are you illegally detaining me? "
"That's right, illegally detaining you." Caprice said indifferently, "Didn't you say that Morocco Bick is your good brother? I'm informing you now that you can have a pleasant conversation with him. I'll arrange for you two to be in the same cell."
"You can't do that. It's illegal. I'm a lawyer, I'm going to sue you …"
Caprice suddenly reached out and grabbed Totty Belster's hair, pulling her onto the desk.
"Lawyer? Sue me? Mr. Totty Belster, do you know how many years you'll be sentenced for using a large fake check, bribery, and attempted to break out of prison by force? Oh, and you used violence here and hurt many guards. "
Totty Belster's mouth was open, his face full of shock.
He didn't expect Caprice to weave so many charges against him.
This woman was too evil.
"So, do you want to stay in prison for a week or more than fifteen years?"
"Ms. Caprice, I didn't offend you, did I?"
"You're using a fake check to frame me. Why can't I?"
"I can give you a real check. How about letting me go?"
"Then you'll have to pay more."
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