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?

about the world dared to jump in front of Jagoan

Jagoan, who showed no fear. Instead, he turned to Jordan and said, “Bring me another bowl. This swill’s

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

sound. With a furious grit of his teeth, he spat, “Chinese man! Since you court

He hammered the trigger!

their

they thought Jagoan was about to be shot, the black

struggled to pull the trigger, he muttered, “What’s

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

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

pistol, “If God wants to see me, he’ll have to come to me, not the

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

man’s wrist and swinging him like a

weapons, a massive, dark force slammed into them from the

bodies lay

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

as severe injuries, the sudden and powerful impact felt like

battered, they

an ordinary person could wield such incredible power. They knew, deep down,

approached the five, his

shrank back, their refuge in the corner now a

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

him and delivered a resounding slap across his

sharp crack reverberated throughout the roast

wry smile, “The underworld, huh? And the Burning Angels… Who came up with

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