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

eyes with Jagoan, 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 every grain off

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

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

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

about to be

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

render his opponent utterly defenseless. The black man’s hand had lost all strength, unable to squeeze even a grain

black man, bewildered, still had power in his arm, yet his fingers were rebellious. In his panic, Jagoan reached out and wrenched the gun

God wants to see me, he’ll have to come

behind him scrambled, drawing pistols in their panic, preparing

black man’s wrist and swinging him like

their weapons, a massive, dark force slammed into them from the side. Before they

instant, five bodies lay wailing

tossed suffered the most. His right arm hung by threads, cheekbones,

didn’t sustain as severe injuries, the sudden and powerful

and battered, they lay

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

the

in the corner now

been beaten half to death already, and now all

delivered a resounding slap across

throughout

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

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