PRI Chapter 7: I Hate Drug Dealers Most in My Life

Fuck!

George was startled and nearly let the profanity slip out.

Fortunately, he steadied his composure in time, held the door, and loudly asked, "Edward, what brings you to the laundry room?"

"I came looking for you, George. There's something I need to tell you." Lind frowned, looking troubled.

Inside the door, hearing George's voice, Casas instinctively grabbed an iron from the laundry room.

If he caught this warden now and pressed the iron's tip against his eyeball, he should be able to force him to give up the prison, right?

If George knew his thoughts, he would definitely curse this Mexican drug dealer for being so single-minded in his actions.

But immediately, more footsteps could be heard.

Obviously, Lind hadn't come alone. He had brought Carter and Cohen with him.

Seeing this, George's back broke out in a cold sweat. "What's the matter?"

"It's about the criminal who pushed me. Negan confessed..." Lind stopped mid-sentence, puzzled, and looked past George into the laundry room interior.

"George, is there someone inside?"

"Oh, it's a prisoner." George quickly pushed open the door.

Casas was currently throwing old sheets into the washing machine, looking very well-behaved.

"I had him come help wash some old clothes. You know, these bastards stay in their cells all day and easily harm themselves. We have to let them out for some air from time to time."

George had an expression that said "you surely understand."

Honestly, this excuse wasn't very good, but George was a bit panicked at the moment and couldn't think of a better reason.

Fortunately, Lind didn't pay attention and just nodded his chin, signaling him to move away from the doorway.

George quickly turned around and gave Casas a meaningful look, telling him not to cause trouble.

Subsequently, Lind and the two guards walked in.

"Casas Rake?" He raised his eyebrows with a playful expression.

"That's me, sir." Casas stopped his work and stood there with a thuggish demeanor.

Lind recalled his record. "You're in here for drug dealing, right?"

"That's right." Casas didn't understand why he was asking this.

Unexpectedly, Lind's face suddenly changed. He pointed his finger and said to the two guards, "I fucking hate drug dealers most in my life. Beat him!"

"What!" George cried out, "You can't do this!"

Carter and Cohen excitedly agreed, "Yes, Warden."

Then, before Casas could react, they swung their batons and gave him a thorough beating.

When they had followed the warden over just now, the warden had said they needed to take a hard line against these prisoners. Now was the perfect time.

"Edward! You can't do this!" George wanted to step forward to stop the two guards from beating Casas, but was blocked by Lind.

He said, "Do you know Casas?"

"No, of course not!" George quickly denied it.

"Then don't interfere. We've been very tolerant with them. But look at them, cursing, threatening, not knowing how to repent at all. Bah."

Lind sneered, "Anyway, there's no surveillance here. Later we'll just say Casas fell in the laundry room."

George opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Who the hell was the real criminal here? Who was more arrogant?

If he didn't interfere and let young Edward continue like this, maybe in a few days, the prison really could run smoothly without any large-scale riots.

After all, who the fuck could stand being beaten every day?

Moreover, looking at Lind's attitude, he was turning the prison into a 19th-century American Southern plantation.

But even plantations only enslaved black people!

How come with Lind it became equal treatment for blacks and whites?

George's mind was a bit chaotic. He suddenly realized his plan had completely failed to consider one problem.

That is, if Lind was someone who took pleasure in enslaving and humiliating others, would he really give up the prison, the only career that could legally own "slaves"?

The answer was obvious. No.

While he was confused, Carter and Cohen had also completed the warden's task.

"Alright, that's enough for today. George, take him back to his cell, then you can go off duty."

"What about that criminal you mentioned earlier?"

"No rush. I'm a bit tired today. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Lind waved his hand and left with his people.

"Okay." George was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the curled-up Casas.

There was no sound.

He walked closer, crouched down to check, and only then discovered that Casas had been beaten unconscious.

...

The next day, Lind woke up refreshed and stretched luxuriously by the window.

Under the warm sun's rays, the thick snow outside the window showed signs of melting, and the weather was gradually getting colder.

But the office remained warm. The wood in the fireplace made crackling sounds that had an inexplicable sense of security.

Just then.

"Knock knock."

The door was knocked. It was guard Andy Cock.

"Andy, what's the matter?" After he came in and sat down, Lind looked at him with a smile.

But Andy looked uneasy and nervous.

Lind's violent acts from yesterday had spread throughout the entire prison.

Since the surveillance hadn't been repaired yet, the guards had passed along the scene of him beating Negan by word of mouth, and it became more exaggerated with each telling.

Breaking hands and feet were minor details. Some even said Lind had shoved his baton into Negan's anus, making him lose control on the spot.

During break time, everyone took turns going to look at the solitary confinement cell.

Regardless of whether these stories were true, at least everyone had witnessed Negan's miserable condition.

Because of this, the guards expressed disbelief.

Was this still the young Edward who had been scared during his speech?

What a joke!

This was clearly a demon, a tyrant!

But thanks to this, the guards who had been quite insistent about raises all backed down.

Andy had also successfully completed Lind's task.

"Warden, I've persuaded the other guards. Everyone says they can wait until the prison gets back on track before discussing salary issues."

Lind nodded. "Very good, Andy. Were there any obstacles?"

"No, none." Andy shook his head.

"Really?" Lind tapped the table. "You can speak directly, Andy. If someone agrees on the surface but reports to the state Department of Corrections behind the scenes, then the responsibility will fall on your shoulders."

Hearing this, Andy's originally firm answer suddenly became wavering.

"Well, it's not completely without issues."

"Tell me." Lind picked up his pen.

Andy slowly recalled, "Coady wasn't very satisfied. He mentioned reporting, but I don't know if he was serious. And Faith too. He even cursed you."

Coady was the cook, Faith was a guard.

Lind wrote down both names and said, "Very good, Andy. Keep doing this. I need to know the guards' attitudes toward me in time, as well as their attitudes toward this job. Understand?"

"Understood." Andy nodded.

Lind nodded and casually said, "It seems George was wrong."

"What did the deputy warden say?" Andy asked curiously.

Lind hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually, George has always opposed my promoting you. He thinks you're physically weak, lack ability, and aren't suitable to be captain."

"But fortunately, you've already proven yourself now."

Andy hadn't expected that George, who had always treated him kindly on the surface, would say such things about him behind his back. His heart immediately filled with anger.

Damn George!

Last time too, saying the warden wanted to fire him.

Actually, he himself wanted to dismiss him, right!

Andy felt he had guessed the truth and immediately overturned all his previous good impressions of George.

Seeing Andy's expression, Lind smiled slightly and continued, "Honestly, I'm very dissatisfied with George's recent work. He's too soft with the criminals and often covers for guards who don't work seriously."

"So these days I'm planning to find a new supervisor to take charge. But Andy, you also need to help me manage things in the prison more. When there are more prisoners in the future, I'll need more than just one supervisor."

Yesterday he had taken time to look at the guards' attributes.

As he had thought.

Except for Carter and Cohen, these two young men who were D-level, the rest were all E-level or F-level.

So according to his plan, these people all needed to be replaced.

As for Andy, he was naturally also in the replacement plan.

But there was no rush now. He still needed Andy to help him monitor things in the prison.

Especially before the surveillance was repaired, he needed to keep track of the prisoners' movements at all times.

But Andy didn't know any of this and thought Lind was really satisfied with his work.

Encouraged, he became excited and quickly nodded loudly, "Warden, don't worry!"

"Especially those prisoners. Any unusual movements they make must be reported to me. Understand?"

"Understood!"

"Alright, then continue with your work."

Andy opened the door and left the office with his back straight, but happened to encounter George coming upstairs.

Thinking of what the warden had said, Andy's expression changed.

"Andy." George greeted him with a smile.

"George." Andy's response was perfunctory.

George was somewhat puzzled but didn't pay attention. "Andy, what did Edward say to you?"

Andy shrugged. "Nothing much. I still have work to do. I'll go first."

After speaking, he left directly, giving George absolutely no pleasant expression.

"What the fuck." George didn't know what had gotten into Andy, cursed once, and knocked on Lind's office door.

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