The Charismatic Charlie Wade

As he said, Charlie’s eyes drenched, and he said coldly, “By the way, don’t you like to smoke cigars? Then I will make you a cigar and let you smoke enough!”

After that, Charlie looked at Don Albert and blurted out, “Don Albert, go get some yellow paper for the grave!”

“Okay Master Wade!” Don Albert hurriedly took out several bundles of yellow paper to be burned in front of the grave from the pile of ancestor worship materials prepared by the Wade family.

Charlie took a thick bundle, rolled it into a paper roll shape as thick as a mineral water bottle, and then directly stuffed one end of it into Apollo’s mouth, and said to Don Albert, “Come on, Don Albert! Let the White Tiger King smoke a big cigar that I personally made for him!”

Don Albert smiled, and immediately took out the lighter and lit the other end of the paper roll.

While lighting it, he sneered and said, “Mr. Tiger King, you’re so f*cking lucky to be able to smoke the cigar made by Master Wade.

I guess you are the only one in the world who had this opportunity.”

As he said, he saw that the paper roll was thicker, so he couldn’t light it, so he slapped Apollo’s face and cursed, “D*mn, you are pumping! If you don’t smoke, what the hell am I going to do? Stuck it in your mouth?”

Apollo’s mouth was filled with this paper roll, and he was ashamed and indignant, but he could only obediently suck.

this yellow paper can’t be compared with mellow

he took the first bite, Apollo was choked with the thick smoke and coughed, tears and snot gushing out

him and sneered, “Isn’t this your appearance, holding a cigar, spraying and ranting in front of me

he thought of

continued, “Don’t forget, you also killed one of my Wade family’s bodyguards with a cigar! Isn’t it just one life for another? I will kill you

to survive? First, finish smoking this big cigar… After smoking it, I will consider whether to spare your dog’s life, but

Apollo was desperate in his heart, just wanting to

only desperately smoke the thick roll of yellow paper, and

only do his best to inhale a mouthful of thick smoke into his

soldiers of the Dragon Temple at the

cigars, but who would have thought that

his best and drew fiercely for a

finally drew out a roll of yellow paper,

it burned to the end, the burning yellow paper directly burned a bunch of singe

looked at Charlie intently, and asked softly, “Wade…Mr. Wade…I’ve exhausted all the smoke, can you spare my

want to live, it’s definitely not that simple! Everything depends