The Charismatic Charlie Wade

But who would know whether they were telling the truth or lying?

Don Albert was a little annoyed by now. He slapped Jones in frustration and shouted, “Just shut up, will you?! If I hear another whimper, I’ll carve a William Shakespeare play on your whole body!”

The slap was so hard, Jones’s eyes were blank for a short moment. He didn’t dare to blurt another word now, so he cried while enduring the sharp blade dancing on his face.

He could feel the sensation of the blade cutting through the skin on his forehead and touching the skin. The immerse pain made him almost faint and the blood was constantly dripping from his forehead that he couldn’t open his eyes.

He regretted everything he did today. If he had known what kind of a miserable ending that he would suffer, he would not have agreed to kill Don Albert regardless of how much Donald gave him…

Unfortunately, there was no such thing in the world as a rewind button…

At this moment, Donald’s five bodyguards became the human-sized billboard with words carved all over their faces, especially Jones. His forehead was not spacious enough to fit in the eight-word phrase, so some of the words were carved on his cheeks, which were horrifying.

all the phrases on their faces were direct insults to the Webb family and it would definitely make their blood

and asked, “Master Wade, could you please let us go

to prevent you guys from harming other people again, I have to teach you

and smashed his two

the blink of an eye, all their arms were

bodyguards or killers or thugs. No one would hire a disabled man as their

would not have a chance to harm society

in utter agony, feeling that a lava bath with Hades would

cruel being! His method of torture

you, go back and report to Donald and Sean. If they want to attack me,

five men hurriedly struggled to get up with their legs and ran out of

Albert asked, “Master Wade, what are you going to do with the Lloyds’ video? Do you want to

family will see immediately and if they issue a wanted list on their heads,

to just let them die? They are the Webb family’s dogs,