Chapter 2896

When Joseph's men gradually surrounded Gustavo and his younger brothers into the encirclement, these Mexicans also surrounded Gustavo in a circle.

Gustavo's expression remained cold, even with a bit of annoyance in his coldness.

He felt that he was a standard case of a tiger falling into the flat sun and being bullied by dogs.

When he was outside, he had thousands of troops and horses. If someone dared to look at him more on the street, he would take out his pistol and shoot him in the head without hesitation.

As a result, now, he was forced to be so passive by a group of brainless muscular men in an American prison.

Seeing that he was outnumbered, Gustavo couldn't help but shout: "Joseph, what do you mean by this?"

Joseph separated his younger brothers at this time, walked to the outside of the encirclement, looked at Gustavo, and pointed to his group of younger brothers, very seriously saying: "Gustavo, you are too high-profile in Brooklyn Prison. Some of my younger brothers haven't eaten real steak for more than ten years, but you are enjoying the most top-notch high-end food here every day!"

"Also, half of my younger brothers don't know what caviar tastes like, but I saw with my own eyes that you stuffed a can of caviar worth tens of thousands of dollars into a hamburger and ate it;"

"Not to mention that Romanee-Conti worth tens of thousands of dollars a bottle. I only found out today what Romanee-Conti tastes like!"

Speaking of this, Joseph said with embarrassment: "Gustavo, the Chinese have a good saying, don't worry about scarcity but worry about inequality. You are engaging in privileges here all day long. My brothers see it in their eyes and are anxious in their hearts! Now they don't do it anymore! They also want to eat steak, they also want to eat caviar, and they also want to drink Romanee-Conti. I have no way, I can't solve these problems, I can only let them find you to solve it!"

One of the younger brothers immediately shouted: "Yes! Why can only you eat steak and drink red wine here, why can't we!"

Gustavo said disdainfully: "That's because you don't have as much money as I do. If you also have a net worth of billions of dollars like me, you can also sit here and eat steak and drink red wine. You don't have money, and the boss you follow doesn't have money, but you blame me instead?"

That younger brother didn't expect to be so mocked by Gustavo, and immediately cursed: "Gustavo, you son of a bitch! How much money you have outside is your business. Even if you drink all the red wine in the United States into your stomach outside, I have no opinion! But when you get here, you have to follow the rules here!"

"The rules here?" Gustavo asked disdainfully: "Tell me, what are the rules here?"

That younger brother cursed angrily: "Damn, the rules here are that if others haven't eaten steak or drunk red wine, then you can't either! No matter how much money you have, it won't work!"

"That's right!" A group of Joseph's younger brothers echoed in unison, shouting: "You can't have privileges in Brooklyn Prison!"

Gustavo didn't know that danger was right in front of him. He still felt that these people's target was his younger brothers, not himself. Arrogant for half his life, he was full of sarcasm at this time: "A group of ignorant Yankees! You may have a lack of sufficient understanding of my strength. The privileges I enjoy here are much more than what you see! When you are busy being gay, I am tasting the beauties carefully selected by my men from all over the United States in the reception room. Some of these beauties fly from thousands of miles away, just to let me play for three hours, and then take tens of thousands of dollars and roll away. I can even let my men bring any of your wives over and let her kneel in front of me to serve me. This is something you people will never be able to enjoy in your life!"

Gustavo outputted a lot, and his body and mind were extremely happy, while his younger brothers had increasingly depressed expressions.

They also thought that these people's target was themselves, not their boss's car, so now the more the boss angered them, the harder they would teach themselves later.

The younger brother who was angry before gritted his teeth and said to Joseph: "Boss! I can't stand this Mexican rotten potato anymore! I want to kill him today!"

Joseph sneered and shouted: "Brothers, you can do whatever you want today! I will bear any consequences!"

At Joseph's order, the younger brothers shouted and surged towards Gustavo's group of men like a tide!

Gustavo's men were like facing a great enemy, and they could only grab plastic trays and spoons as weapons.

However, after all, they are American muscular men who work out for several hours every day. In this kind of close-range fighting without any moves, it is about whose fist is harder. And it is visible to the naked eye that one of Joseph's younger brothers' fists is bigger than Gustavo's younger brother's face. Smashing one with one punch is almost a common occurrence.

So, after a few rounds, Gustavo's men were beaten to their knees and begged for mercy by these muscular men.

Gustavo watched his younger brothers fall one by one, and when half of them fell, he thought the other side was about to stop, but they didn't stop at all.

At this time, Gustavo's previous arrogance finally began to turn pale, and his face was full of horror for the first time.

And as Joseph's men kept approaching, Gustavo, in addition to his horror, subconsciously shouted loudly: "Don't you forget who I am?! The famous Gustavo Sanchez! I have a net worth of billions of dollars and thousands of private armed forces! As long as I want, all of you, remember! I can kill all of your families, not one left!"

Joseph said disdainfully: "Forget it, Gustavo, it's useless even if you have an army in Mexico! This is the United States, the United States of America! If you are really powerful, why don't you arrange thousands of private armed forces to Brooklyn Prison to save you? You also know that there are only a few dozen armed prison guards in the entire Brooklyn Prison."

Gustavo didn't know how to answer, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "Joseph, I am a person who must report every grievance. There are no ten thousand but thousands of people killed by me in Mexico. If today's matter ends here, then I, Gustavo, guarantee you that this matter will be forgotten. I will not look for anyone to settle accounts after the autumn. What do you think of this proposal?"

Joseph sneered: "What do you think of the proposal, let my brothers tell you!"

As he spoke, Joseph spread his arms and beckoned gently to both sides.

A younger brother shouted directly: "Fuck the proposal! Let's go together and kill him directly!"

A group of younger brothers immediately echoed: "Yes! Kill him!"

As soon as the words fell, several younger brothers who were hiding daggers pulled out the homemade daggers from their sleeves.

These daggers were all ground from angle iron. Although they looked very simple, they were extremely sharp, and their shape was at a ninety-degree right angle. If this knife was inserted, it could directly open a big mouth!

Seeing that the other side had more than one life-threatening weapon, Gustavo's mood sank to the bottom.

At this moment, he instantly understood that what Joseph wanted was actually his life!