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?

in front of Jagoan with guns,

who showed no fear. Instead, he turned to Jordan and said, “Bring me another bowl. This swill’s a waste. I’ll make him kneel like a dog, licking

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

lips flapping without sound. With a furious grit of his teeth, he spat, “Chinese man!

He hammered the trigger!

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

thought Jagoan was about to

struggled to pull the trigger, he muttered, “What’s happening… Why can’t I…

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

fingers

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

scrambled, drawing pistols in

black man’s wrist and swinging him

dark force slammed into them from the side. Before they could

instant, five bodies lay wailing

right arm hung by threads, cheekbones, ribs,

as severe injuries, the sudden and powerful impact felt

battered, they lay

deep down, that they’d encountered a

approached the five, his

their refuge in the corner now

and now all traces of his former fierceness had vanished. His face was etched with

and delivered a resounding slap

crack reverberated throughout the roast

Burning Angels… Who came up with such a ridiculous name? Look at that grizzled mug of yours—does it have anything to do with

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