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?

nothing about the world dared to jump in front of Jagoan with guns, and Jagoan would

to Jordan and said, “Bring me another bowl. This swill’s a waste. I’ll make him kneel like a dog, licking every grain

yet Jagoan remained unfazed. Fear tinged the edges

grit of his teeth, he spat, “Chinese man! Since

He hammered the trigger!

saw their boss’s murderous intent. At this point, revulsion painted their faces, anticipating

about to

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

render his opponent utterly defenseless. The black man’s hand had

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

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

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

sneered, seizing the black man’s wrist and swinging him

weapons, a massive, dark force slammed into them from

an instant, five bodies lay

arm hung by threads,

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

and battered, they

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

approached the five, his expression

refuge in the corner now a

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

delivered a

throughout the roast goose

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

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