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?

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

no fear. Instead, he turned to Jordan and said, “Bring me another bowl. This swill’s a waste. I’ll

unfazed. Fear tinged the edges of his bravado, tangled with his

teeth,

He hammered the trigger!

black man’s companions retreated a few steps. They saw their boss’s murderous intent. At this point, revulsion painted their faces, anticipating the

thought Jagoan was about to be shot, the

muttered, “What’s happening…

energy, enough to render his opponent utterly defenseless. The black man’s hand

black man, bewildered, still had power in his arm, yet his fingers were rebellious. In his

inspected the sleek Italian M9 pistol, “If God wants to see me, he’ll have

The four black-clad men behind him scrambled, drawing pistols

seizing the black man’s wrist and

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

five bodies lay

man who was tossed suffered the most. His right arm hung by threads, cheekbones, ribs, and leg

injuries, the sudden and powerful impact felt like a

and battered, they lay

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

approached the

shrank back, their refuge in the corner

beaten half to death already, and now all

and delivered a resounding slap across

sharp crack reverberated throughout

“The underworld, huh? And the Burning Angels… Who came up with such a ridiculous name? Look at that grizzled mug of

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