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

"I have a suggestion for you: wait for someone from the company to contact you, then do exactly what they say, find that man, and then contact me. I'll help you get out."

"Working with me is always much better than working with a company."

"Of course, if you're sure you don't need my help, I can go back to America right away. After all, I don't really like this godforsaken place; it's too hot here and it's making me quite irritable."

Michael stared at Ding Ze without blinking, and finally spoke, "You said you'd help us get out, but what's your purpose?"

Ding Ze smiled and chose to be direct, "I can tell you that it won't have any impact. The company owns something called Sera."

“I want that thing, and you will get it for me.”

Michael frowned. "What is Sera?"

Ding Ze shook his head. "You don't need to know this for now. You'll find out when the time comes... So, do you want to write down my phone number?"

Michael hesitated for several seconds before nodding.

Ding Ze then gave his phone number.

"That's settled for today. I know Lincoln and Sucre are also in Panama. After you see Lincoln, have him call me."

"Given his temper, if he were to cause trouble here all by himself, his life would be in danger."

“And I brought a lot of people with me to protect him.”

Michael looked at Ding Ze with a very complicated expression, then turned and walked back without saying anything more.

Ding Ze then smiled and left.

After leaving the prison, Ding Ze lit a cigarette. Since Ma Hong had already left, he wandered around for a while, found a car, and headed to Panama City.

Panama is a very poor place, and backwardness is everywhere.

Dilapidated houses, broken roads, broken cars.

Then, this godforsaken place, because of its geographical location, is really hot, and it's the kind of sweltering heat.

Ding Zezhen couldn't stand this kind of climate.

However, this godforsaken place also has its advantages, such as the crystal-clear seawater and the beautiful coastline.

Ding Ze first went to the best hotel in the area, checked in, and then rented a car to go for a drive.

After strolling around for a while and grabbing a bite to eat, Ding Ze headed towards the seaside.

Oh, by the way, one good thing about Panama is that prices are incredibly low, almost ridiculously low.

The low prices are very noticeable at the seaside.

There was a group of people on the beach. They looked carefree and relaxed, as if they didn't need to work or earn money.

Ding Ze casually found a deserted sandy spot, sat down, lit a cigarette, and watched the people playing to pass the time.

After looking around for a while, Ding Ze took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Janet: "What a pity I didn't see any beautiful women."

"What a load of rubbish," Janet replied instantly.

Ding Ze smiled, lay down on the sand, dialed a number, and chatted with Janet.

We chatted for a while.

Time flies.

As evening fell, Ding Ze got up and returned to the hotel. He took a shower, then went out for dinner. After that, he went to a bar to look for his target.

Around 8 PM, Ding Ze returned to the hotel with two local girls and began his gaming life.

Before long, unsurprisingly, both girls were almost driven crazy. They couldn't believe that a man could be so amazing, and they wished it could go on forever and never end.

After playing two rounds, the game ended.

The two girls collapsed onto the bed, unable to move for the time being.

Ding Ze got out of bed, walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and looked at the city's night view.

The night view is alright.

I watched for a while.

Go back to the house and sleep.

In the blink of an eye, a new day has begun.

As usual, he slept until he naturally woke up. Then, after being begged by the two girls to play games one more time, Ding Ze got up, washed up, and headed straight for Sona Prison.

Instead of visiting Michael today, I'll visit T-bag.

Before long, T-bag appeared in Ding Ze's field of vision.

At the same time, T-bag also saw Ding Ze.

In an instant, T-bag's reaction to seeing Ding Ze was completely different from yesterday. He was incredibly excited, and with a big smile on his face, he sped up and almost rushed to Ding Ze. Then, he greeted him with great enthusiasm and politeness, "Mr. Ding, it's such a pleasure to see you."

"Haha, how happy are you?" Ding Ze joked, since he had nothing better to do.

T-Bag is quite clever; she works very quickly. "I'm so happy I could cry."

“Haha, T-bag, it’s been a while, you’ve really changed a lot. You’re practically a different person from when you were in Fox River State Prison,” Ding Ze said with a laugh.

T-Bag also frankly admitted, "There's nothing I can do about it. This prison is no place for humans. I don't have any friends here, so I have to be a bit timid."

“That makes sense, that way you can live a little longer,” Ding Ze said.

“That’s what I think too,” T-bag nodded repeatedly, then asked anxiously, “Mr. Ding, you’re here on business, right? Maybe you can get me out of here? If only you can get me out of here, I’ll do whatever you ask.”

Look at this t-bag, so sensible. In some ways, she's much more adorable than Michael, that saint.

Ding Ze grinned. "You're really smart. I am indeed here to do business, and I can indeed get you out of here."

Upon hearing this, T-Bag's eyes lit up, and her face lit up with excitement. "Mr. Ding, thank you so much. I will never forget your kindness in my life."

Wow, T-Bag is really awesome when it comes to wit.

"Have you heard of Whistler, there's a guy in this prison?" Ding Ze asked with a smile, not bothering with any more questions.

T-Bag shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ding, I've just arrived and haven't gotten to know this place yet. But don't worry, I'll get to know this guy named Whistler as soon as possible."

“Very good,” Ding Ze nodded with a smile. “Whistler should be hiding in a sewer compartment right now. Find him and tell him I will come to visit him the day after tomorrow. Ask him to come out and see me then.”

“Okay, no problem!” T-Bag agreed readily. “You’ll get me out of here, right, Mr. Ding?”

“Of course,” Ding Ze replied with a smile, “but wait a few days, until I’ve sorted things out. In the meantime, you just need to try your best to stay alive.”

"Thank you, Mr. Ding!" T-Bag quickly expressed his gratitude, and then, quite cleverly, asked again, "Mr. Ding, besides me, you'll also get Michael out, right?"

“You’re so smart. I can make that Whistler too,” Ding Ze replied.

T-Bag knew in his heart that he had to keep a close eye on Michael and Whistler, otherwise they might be left here to rot.

"Mr. Ding, I'd like to ask again, how do you plan to get us out of here?" T-Bag asked again, his attitude very polite.

“Simple, just take it by force. This dilapidated prison with so few guards is easy to handle,” Ding Ze said casually.

Upon hearing this, T-Bag immediately gave a thumbs-up and showered him with compliments, "As expected of Mr. Ding, I admire you!"

Ding Ze laughed, "Alright, that's settled then. I'll come back the day after tomorrow to make sure Whistler sees me then, otherwise you won't be able to get out."

"I promise!" T-Bag immediately made a solemn promise.

Ding Ze didn't say anything more, turned around and left, returning to Panama City to wait for Lincoln's call.

The plan is that if he can't find them today, he'll go look for them, find them, and have some fun and excitement.

As it turns out, Michael, that sanctimonious hypocrite, wasn't mistaken this time.

It was just past noon.

Ding Ze's phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number.

Ding Ze pressed the call button.

Lincoln-Bruce's voice rang out, "Mr. Ding, Michael gave me your phone number. Can you get him out?"

“Of course, that’s why I’m here,” Ding Ze replied, exhaling a puff of smoke.

Lincoln wasn't particularly clever, but he wasn't stupid either. He immediately asked, "What do you need me to do?"

“Of course you’ll cooperate with me. First, answer me a question: Has Gretchen been in contact with you?” Ding Ze asked.

Lincoln was taken aback. "Who is Gretchen?"

This was tantamount to a negative answer. Ding Ze smiled, finding it quite amusing. He hadn't expected that several days had passed and Gretchen, that slow woman, still hadn't shown up.

“Someone from the company, she’ll probably be looking for you today,” Since Gretchen hadn’t shown up yet, there was no need to ask the second question, so Ding Ze changed his words, “How about this, where are you, let’s meet up.”

Lincoln hesitated for a moment before giving an address.

"Okay, I'm coming now," Ding Ze said, then hung up the phone without further ado, got in his car, and drove off.

Ten minutes later.

In a bar inside a hotel, Ding Ze saw Lincoln, walked straight over, and sat down opposite him.

During his escape, Lincoln occasionally heard about Ding Ze through various channels, learning about Ding Ze's ruthlessness and how terrifying he was.

Therefore, Lincoln, who was quite familiar with the underworld, was honestly a little scared when facing Ding Ze.

Driven by fear, Lincoln suppressed his impetuousness and politely took the initiative to speak, "Mr. Ding, it's been a long time."