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?

gang members who knew nothing about the world dared to jump in

fear. Instead, he turned to Jordan and said, “Bring me another bowl. This

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

With a furious grit of his teeth,

He hammered the trigger!

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

Jagoan was about to

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

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

in his arm, yet his fingers were

God wants to see

him scrambled, drawing pistols in their panic, preparing

man’s wrist and swinging him like a baseball

into them from the side.

an instant, five bodies lay wailing in

tossed suffered the most. His right arm hung by

the

and battered,

deep down, that they’d encountered a master. Perhaps this was a legendary

approached the five,

back, their refuge in the corner

the tough guy had been beaten half to death already, and now

stared at him and delivered a resounding

sharp crack reverberated throughout

huh? And the Burning Angels… Who came up with such a ridiculous name? Look at that

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