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.

yellow paper can’t be

with the thick smoke and coughed, tears

appearance, holding

he thought of his arrogant appearance

him and continued, “Don’t forget, you also killed one of my Wade family’s bodyguards with a

smoking it, I will consider whether to spare your dog’s life, but if you can’t finish it, then you must be the first

Apollo was desperate in his heart, just

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

do his best to

of the Dragon Temple at the scene

Cuban cigars, but who would have thought that Apollo would end up like

his best and drew fiercely for

yellow paper, he

it burned to the end, the burning yellow paper directly burned a bunch of singe bubbles around his lips and

asked softly, “Wade…Mr. Wade…I’ve exhausted all the smoke, can you spare

to live, it’s definitely not that