As Joseph's men gradually closed in on Gustavo and his men, the Mexicans formed a protective circle around Gustavo. Despite the mounting tension, Gustavo maintained a cold and somewhat angry demeanor. He felt like he was the alpha, and when the tiger fell, the dogs would pounce.
In his former life outside prison, Gustavo commanded thousands of troops. Anyone who dared to cross his path on the street risked a swift, pistol-inflicted end. But now, within the confines of an American prison, he found himself in a passive position, surrounded by a group of brawny, brainless men.
Feeling outnumbered and cornered, Gustavo couldn't help but shout, "Joseph, what is the meaning of this?"
Joseph abandoned his followers and stepped outside the encirclement to address Gustavo. He pointed to his group of followers with a stern expression and said, "Gustavo, you've been living too lavishly in Brooklyn Prison. Some of my boys haven't tasted real steak in over a decade, and yet you enjoy it daily. You even put caviar worth tens of thousands of dollars in your hamburger, and let's not forget the Romanee-Conti wine, worth thousands per bottle. Today, I realized the taste of Romanee-Conti for the first time!"
Joseph continued, looking somewhat embarrassed, "Gustavo, there's an old Chinese saying, 'Worry not about scarcity but inequality.' You insist on claiming privileges here, and it's making my brothers restless. They want steak, caviar, and Romanee-Conti too. I can't resolve this problem for them, so I'll let them settle it with you."
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