The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Chapter 5531

“Holy hell!” The man’s fingers trembled, poised dangerously close to the trigger.

He was a tempest in human form.

Bouncing within a three-meter radius, he muttered darkly. “Ending this bastard now. Instantly! Instantly!”

A sly wink rallied his followers, who promptly sealed the goose shop’s fate.

With the door secured, the man’s gun zeroed in on Jagoan’s brow, chilling intent in his voice, “Chinese love tempting gun barrels. I’ve put down many like you. One more won’t change a thing. Any final words, speak them now.”

“Final words?” Jagoan jeered, disdain dripping from his words. “You’re a farce, not a threat.”

He rapped the table with a smirk. “Jordan, my meal. Chop chop!”

Jordan rushed from the kitchen, clutching a bowl of roast goose rice, his words a jumble. “Mr. Jagoan… Here’s your rice…”

In one Swift motion, the black man sent the entire meal scattering, “You’re thinking of a feast at death’s door?!” he thundered.

He swung his weapon towards the fallen bowl, squeezing the trigger. The gunshot rang out, shattering the plastic container and sending Jordan into a quaking fit.

Hogan, on the sidelines, remained unfazed. He was aware that these men were nothing more than insignificant specks compared to Jagoan.

The Burning Angel?

A sideshow compared to him.

The Joules family, a powerful dynasty in New York, had no influence as Jagoan mercilessly shot Patrick Joules right in front of them.

Who in the Joules clan would dare oppose him? When Jagoan asked Patrick’s father, grandfather, and great-grandfather Joules whether they were convinced that he killed Patrick, who would dare to say no?

in front of Jagoan with guns, and Jagoan would never let them have

locked eyes with Jagoan, who showed no fear. Instead, he turned to Jordan and said, “Bring me another bowl. This

man’s composure crumbled. He’d pulled the trigger, yet Jagoan remained unfazed. Fear tinged the edges of his bravado, tangled

teeth, he spat, “Chinese man! Since you court

He hammered the trigger!

a few steps. They saw their boss’s murderous intent. At this point, revulsion

was about to

the trigger, he muttered, “What’s

render his opponent utterly defenseless. The black man’s hand had lost all strength, unable to squeeze even

bewildered, still had power in his arm, yet his fingers

to

him scrambled, drawing

wrist and swinging him like a

into them from the side.

five bodies lay wailing in

suffered the most. His right arm hung by threads, cheekbones, ribs, and leg bones shattered. Countless

four didn’t sustain as severe injuries, the sudden and powerful impact felt like a high-speed

and battered, they

power. They knew, deep down, that they’d encountered a master. Perhaps this

approached the five,

refuge in the corner

man who had once been the tough guy had been beaten half to death already, and now all traces

him and delivered a resounding slap

reverberated throughout

Angels… Who came up with such a ridiculous name? Look at that grizzled mug of yours—does it

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