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 Cuban

bite, Apollo was choked with the thick smoke and coughed, tears and snot gushing

this your appearance, holding a cigar, spraying and ranting

when he thought of

of my Wade family’s bodyguards with a cigar! Isn’t it just one life for another? I will kill

want to survive? First, finish smoking this big cigar… After smoking it, I will consider whether

heart, just

result, he could only desperately smoke the thick roll of yellow paper, and his whole body almost collapsed

he did not dare to have any negligence, and could only do his best

Dragon Temple

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

his best and drew

of yellow

the end, the burning yellow paper directly burned a bunch of singe bubbles around

and asked softly, “Wade…Mr. Wade…I’ve exhausted

not! If you want to live,