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?

jump in front of Jagoan with guns, and

turned to Jordan and said, “Bring me another bowl. This swill’s a waste. I’ll make him

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

flapping without sound. With a furious grit of his teeth, he spat, “Chinese man! Since you court death,

He hammered the trigger!

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

was about to be shot, the

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

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

his arm, yet his fingers

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

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

the black man’s wrist

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

instant, five bodies lay

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

injuries, the sudden

battered, they lay

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

Jagoan approached the five, his

refuge in the

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

at him and delivered a resounding

crack reverberated throughout the roast goose

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

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