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?

who knew nothing about the world dared to jump in front of Jagoan with guns, and Jagoan would never let them

and said, “Bring me another bowl. This swill’s a waste. I’ll make him kneel like

crumbled. He’d pulled the trigger, yet Jagoan remained unfazed. Fear tinged the

lips flapping without sound. With a furious grit of his teeth,

He hammered the trigger!

retreated a few steps. They saw their boss’s murderous

Jagoan was about to be

struggled to pull the trigger, he muttered, “What’s

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

had power in his arm, yet his fingers were rebellious. In his panic, Jagoan reached out and

calmly and confidently inspected the sleek Italian M9 pistol, “If God wants to see

scrambled, drawing pistols in their

black man’s wrist and

weapons, a massive, dark force slammed into them from the side. Before they could react, they were sprawled

five bodies

arm hung by threads, cheekbones, ribs,

injuries, the sudden and powerful impact

and battered,

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

Jagoan approached the

back, their refuge in

already, and

him and delivered a

reverberated throughout the roast

offered a wry smile, “The underworld, huh? And the Burning Angels… Who came up with such

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