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

as he took the first bite, Apollo was choked with the

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

shuddered when he thought of his arrogant appearance

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

and continued, “Don’t you want to survive? First, finish smoking this big cigar… After smoking it, I will consider

this, Apollo was desperate in his heart, just wanting to do

only desperately smoke the thick roll of yellow paper, and his

to have any negligence, and could only do his best

of the Dragon Temple at the

all knew that Apollo loved Cuban cigars, but who would have thought that Apollo would end up

drew fiercely

drew out a roll of yellow paper,

directly burned a bunch of singe

had finally survived, looked at Charlie intently, and asked softly, “Wade…Mr.

not! If you want to live,