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?

about the world dared to jump in front of Jagoan with guns, and Jagoan would never let them have an easy

“Bring me another bowl. This swill’s a waste. I’ll make him kneel like a dog, licking every grain off the

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

his teeth, he spat,

He hammered the trigger!

saw their boss’s murderous intent. At this point, revulsion painted their faces, anticipating the spray of blood

as they thought Jagoan was about to be

muttered, “What’s happening… Why can’t I… Why can’t I pull the

amount of energy, enough to render his opponent utterly defenseless. The black man’s hand had lost all strength, unable

still had power in his arm, yet his fingers were rebellious. In his panic, Jagoan

to see me, he’ll have to come to me, not the other way

black-clad men behind him scrambled, drawing pistols

the black man’s wrist and swinging him like a baseball

draw their weapons, a massive, dark force slammed into them

instant, five bodies lay wailing in the

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

injuries, the sudden

battered, they lay

person could wield such incredible power. They knew, deep down, that they’d encountered a master.

Jagoan approached the five,

their refuge in the corner

half to death already, and now all traces of his former fierceness had vanished. His face was

stared at him and delivered

crack reverberated throughout the roast

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