You Want to Be Disobedient? I Can Take You Back to Prison at Any Time

Sean held his phone and hesitated.

This phone had never been used since it was installed. No one around him knew its number.

Could it be a wrong number?

Sean waited for the other party to hang up for a while before he quickly answered the call.

"Hello, who is this?"

"The first successor of the Xiao family just escaped prison a few hours ago. Am I right, Sean?"

Andre deliberately changed his voice through the system, so that the other party would hear the voice of an old man with a sense of vicissitude.

It was him!

Sean instantly knew who was on the other end of the line.

It was the god who had the magical ability to help him successfully escape prison.

"Hello, Sir!

"How do I address you? I'm not sure.

"No, no, I didn't mean to ask who you are.

"I just want to repay you for the help you've given me.

"Are you saying that you want me to stand up against the entire Chicago judicial system?"

At that moment, Sean was very confused. He could not understand why the other party wanted him to challenge the Chicago judicial system.

Was the other party's ultimate goal to destroy him?

Just because he was the main successor of the Xiao family?

When Andre noticed that there was no reply from the other side of the phone, he grinned and checked the system's display of Sean's current location.

"Sean, if I'm not wrong, your current hiding place is...

"In a luxury yacht docked by Lake Michigan, the Mystic AL1275."

The moment Sean heard the other party directly tell him where he was hiding, he became so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Who the hell was he?!

Sean's hand began to tremble as he held his phone. He carefully observed the surroundings outside through the yacht's porthole.

It was still dark outside the window.

He was far from the city, so he could not even hear the sirens that rang throughout the night.

'Calm down!'

Sean kept telling himself to not panic.

Since the man knew where he was hiding, the police would have arrested him long ago if he wanted to harm him.

For now, Sean just could not figure out how this mysterious person knew where he was hiding.

As he was not able to figure it out, he decided not to think about it.

After all, he was the first successor of the Xiao family. His mentality and ability to withstand pressure were far above that of an ordinary person.

Following a momentary loss of composure, Sean seized the moment.

"Sir, I can pay you a considerable sum of money. The number is up to you."

"Oh! Do you have anything else you want to add?"

Sean was taken aback for a while. It looked like he was on the verge of breaking down. "Sir, do you want me to say my last words?"

Khkk!

Andre almost laughed out loud. He continued, "Sean, you can't refuse my request. If you annoy me, I can take you back to prison at any time."

He wanted Sean to stand up, not only for the injustice he had experienced but also to achieve his main goal of exposing the rotten and bloated judicial system through escaped prisoners.

It would be hard for Sean to do it alone.

Nevertheless, as the first person to successfully escape, he had to step forward first.

Andre gave Sean only one day to think about it. If he did not step forward after that, Sean would either be taken back to prison or shot on the spot by the police.

Andre thought that Sean's identity would be enough for him to gather some evidence to support his case in one day.

Some people might want him dead, but others might not.

After cutting off his call with Sean, Andre published an offshoot of "Prison Situation" called "Chicago Redemption" on the Internet.

The title was the same as the headline on the front page of the Chicago Sun Times, and Andre felt that it was very much in line with what he was doing.

Unsurprisingly, the addition of "Chicago Redemption" once again caused a buzz.

The new novel revealed that the Chicago judicial system had become an umbrella for dirty deals.

It specifically pointed out why Sean had escaped prison!

Were there doubts about Sean's murder of the world-famous model, Anna?!

Who wanted Sean, the first successor of the Xiao family to die in prison?!

A series of doubts guided public opinion and the readers.

The overwhelming denouncement drowned out the Chicago judicial system's emergency press conference.

"Chicago judicial swindlers, we have the right to know the truth."

"Stand up for the author, Andre, and bring down the corrupt judicial system."

"Tsk tsk, if Andre had exposed them earlier, my brother wouldn't have died in prison."

Right then, someone was sitting across from a Chicago judicial officer in a retro-styled office.

The fat warden of the Chicago Correctional Center, Ryan, had a gloomy expression on his face.

In two years, he would retire and enjoy the happiness of having many children and grandchildren.

Who would have thought that a d*mn web author would suddenly appear.

His peaceful and luxurious life had been disrupted.

"Ryan, can you tell me how long it will take to find out that web author's real identity?

"Hmm? Or should I send you to your prison first?"

Ryan was already a big man, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead had become a lot bigger.

A little flustered, he answered, "I-I swear that I'll catch that d*mn web author as soon as possible. Our previous search led us to a note that escaped convict Sean did not have time to destroy."

Ryan wiped his forehead with his fat palm and said, "Through the screening, we found that there are a total of 413 prisoners who have been in prison for less than six months. Among them, 103 have a sentence of less than one year. That web author must be among these 103 people. It will take some time to dig him out."

After Ryan finished speaking, he looked at the judicial officer opposite him and raised three fingers.

He understood that he was only given three days. If he did not catch the online writer by then, he would have to personally go to prison to catch him.

Cell Block A in the Chicago Correctional Center was where prisoners with light sentences were held. Their sentences were usually around six months to a year and a half.

Andre's cell was in the innermost part of Block A. At that moment, he was lying on his bed to catch up on sleep.

All of a sudden, the iron door of his cell was pulled open, and a few tall prison guards rushed in.

Without a word, they directly lifted Andre up from the bed and carried him out.

Dazzling light made Andrea squint his eyes, but his surroundings were pitch black.

He could not see the face of the person in front of him clearly and could only judge based on the police uniform he was wearing.

The police uniform was clean without a single wrinkle as if it had just been removed from the clothes rack.

In the whole of Ward A, only Sergeant Eric had an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Andre sat up straight and unintentionally tidied his prison uniform.

Eric, who was sitting across from him, saw all of this, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

He flipped through the documents in his hands. The prisoner's name was written on the cover. His name was Cooper. He had been sentenced to one year in prison for a DUI that led to the destruction of public property. Cooper's parents and sister had died during 9/11. Before he went to prison, he had gone to Cuba alone and had a family there.

He had returned to the United States recently because he wanted to immigrate to Cuba after selling his family property.

Eric frowned. The relationship between the United States and Cuba had always been bad. If he sent someone to verify Cooper's relationship status in Cuba, it would take at least a few weeks.

After asking a few random questions, he planned to bring in the next prisoner.

Andre got up naturally, left his seat, and proceeded to walk out of the interrogation room.

Suddenly, he was stopped by Eric who was behind him.

"Cooper, we've found your long-lost aunt. She's decided to visit you."