People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

“Andrei’s boss, Pyotr Gaev, has flown in from Russia and is here with me. He wants to talk to you personally about your proposal,” Abruch said.

"Is he willing to talk on the phone? I can't get back until tomorrow," Ding Ze asked.

“I’ll ask him,” Abruzzi replied, turning to Peter Gayev, who was sitting across from him.

Peter Gayev expressed his desire to meet in person.

Abruzzi relayed the message.

Ding Ze actually heard it, and after thinking for a moment, said, "John, can you put it on speakerphone?"

Abruzzi did as instructed, "Done."

Ding Ze then said, "Hello, Mr. Gaev."

"Hello, Mr. Ding."

Ding Ze didn't waste any more words. "Mr. Gaev, I have no problem with you talking in person tomorrow, but if I'm not mistaken, you probably have a problem."

Upon hearing this, Peter Gayev frowned slightly. "Mr. Ding, what does this mean?"

"What I mean is, Carlos and Matteo will probably take action against you tonight... Carlos and Matteo don't want to die themselves, so they need to find someone to test the authenticity of my threat. You two seem like good cannon fodder," Ding Ze said.

Peter Gayev was no fool; he had already considered this possibility. "Mr. Nading, what is your suggestion?"

“If you agree to my proposal, Dongfeng Security will provide you with security services tonight. After all, that’s what we do,” Ding Ze said with a smile. “In addition, if you agree, you will have to pay for those territories in Pascual, and that has to be done tonight.”

Peter Gayev disliked feeling manipulated and fell silent for a moment.

Ding Ze wasn't in a hurry. He took this opportunity to park the car and let Mickey drive.

After a while.

Peter Gayev spoke up, "Mr. Ding, if I may ask, why aren't you in Miami at this crucial moment?"

That's a very good question.

Ding Ze didn't mind answering, "Because Miami is just Miami, it's not that important, and I have more important things to do."

Peter Gayev was taken aback, not expecting Ding Ze to say such a thing, and couldn't help but feel that Ding Ze's tone was far too arrogant. "Mr. Ding, do you think Miami is too small?"

"Isn't it small?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

“…” Peter Gayev didn’t know what to say for a moment, so he got back to the point, “How much for Pascal’s territory?”

“The Pascual land is tied to my proposal; if you buy the land, it will be worth half of its actual value.”

Peter Gayev wanted to talk to Ding Ze in person to see what kind of person Ding Ze really was.

But damn it, Ding Ze isn't in Miami, and Carlos and Mateo are itching to make a move, so there's no time...

Peter Gayev knew he had almost no choice. "Mr. Ding, if I agree to your proposal, our gang can't afford any problems."

"Of course, as long as the money arrives on time every month and you don't mess things up, there won't be any problems."

“Okay, I promise you,” Peter Gayev sighed silently. “Also, I’ll be in Miami for a few days. You come back tomorrow, and we’ll meet.”

“Alright, you can talk to John about buying the territory,” Rushi said to Peter Gayev. Ding Ze then turned to Abruzzi and said, “John, contact Carlos and Matteo later and tell them that the Russian gang has cooperated with us. Tell them not to cause any trouble. If they dare to make a move, they will both be dead tonight!”

Ding Ze wasn't bragging, because at this moment, he could sense the two Gu worms inside Carlos and Matteo's bodies.

The distance at which this control is applied is truly astounding.

"Also, how many veterans are still in Miami?" Ding Ze asked.

Recruitment for Dongfeng Security is still ongoing.

Yesterday and today, many veterans continued to arrive in Miami.

“More than a thousand people,” Abruzzi replied.

“That should be enough. Let those veterans get ready. If Carlos and Matteo dare to make another move, then have a good fight with them… $100,000 for each person killed, the terms are the same as before,” Ding Ze said.

“Okay,” Abruzzi replied.

Ding Ze deliberately stated the price directly to Abruch so that Peter Gayev would hear it. Then he spoke to Peter Gayev, "Mr. Gayev, how those veterans move depends on how much money you can send over tonight to buy the land."

Peter Gayev wasn't stupid; of course he understood. "I'll arrange it right away. At least fifty million can be delivered within two hours."

"Okay, you talk to John then. I have things to do. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

The phone hangs up.

Because it was very quiet in the car, Mickey heard almost the entire conversation and was quite surprised. He hadn't expected the Russian gang to be willing to hand over the money so quickly...

That's 20% of the revenue, and 20% every month—a steady stream of money!

Very girly.

This money came too easily.

Mickey clicked his tongue in amazement, but didn't say anything.

-

time flies.

7:30 p.m.

Ding Ze and Mickey, along with a dozen or so of their men, successfully met up in a grove of trees about five miles northeast of Fox River Prison.

Ding Ze and Mickey got out of the car.

Ding Ze had already explained the operation plan to his dozen or so men, so he didn't repeat it. He simply said, "Check the weapons, and get the helicopters ready for takeoff."

Ding Ze arranged three helicopters, but no airplanes.

Two of the helicopters will be used as a smokescreen to distract the police and lead them in the wrong direction, while the remaining helicopter will take Michael and his group towards Oswigor.

He didn't intend for Michael to escape to a faraway place all at once.

Of course, Michael didn't know this.

unconsciously.

It's 7:45.

Ding Ze waved his hand, "Get in the car."

In the blink of an eye, three gray minivans drove out of the woods and onto the road, heading towards the location Michael had indicated.

at the same time.

Inside Fox River State Penitentiary, Michael, Sucre, Benjamin Franklin, Lincoln Bruce, and T-Bag, who was forced into the game yesterday due to some unexpected incident, are gritting their teeth and desperately climbing out of the sewers that are so smelly they could make a person faint!

"Hurry! Hurry! It's just poop and pee, don't dawdle!"

"Roll call will start in about ten minutes! Hurry!"

"Damn it, I can't even open my eyes!"

"Don't talk, or you'll get poop in your mouth!"

"..."

This kind of thing is truly terrifying.

None of the five dared to speak again, and they all kept their mouths tightly shut, afraid that they might accidentally eat shit.

pity.

Keeping your mouth shut will only stop the poop from coming out.

With all five of them's noses exposed, they couldn't stop the urine from flowing.

"Ugh~~"

"Ugh~~~"

Before long, the sounds of gagging could be heard one after another.

However, all five of them were ruthless individuals, and even so, no one said they wanted to go back; they all gritted their teeth and desperately pressed on.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Seven fifty-eight.

The five people, covered in filth, climbed onto the ground one after another.

At this moment, the five men were outside the northeast corner of Fox River Prison, panting heavily, all feeling that if they didn't come up soon, they would really die down there.

Michael only had a few seconds to catch his breath before he hurriedly looked around.

Sitting in the car with binoculars, Ding Ze immediately spotted Michael and his gang of 'shit people' and couldn't help but exclaim, "This is absolutely disgusting!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Ze stepped on the gas and sped towards Michael and his group of five.

There are guard posts around Fox River Jail.

As Ding Ze and his group's three cars approached, the prison guards in the northeast corner noticed them.

Ding Ze had already spotted the guard post, but ignored it, floored the accelerator, and arrived at Michael and his group of five in the blink of an eye. "Get in!"

Michael and his five companions immediately emerged from the shadows beneath the courtyard wall and rushed toward the van.

This surge...