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?

knew nothing about the world dared to jump in front of Jagoan with

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

remained unfazed. Fear tinged the edges of his bravado,

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

He hammered the trigger!

a few steps. They saw their boss’s murderous intent. At this point, revulsion

Jagoan was about to

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

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

still had power in his arm, yet his fingers were rebellious. In his panic, Jagoan reached out and wrenched

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

black-clad men behind him scrambled, drawing pistols in

black man’s wrist and swinging him like

the four could draw their weapons, a massive, dark force slammed into them from the

instant, five bodies lay wailing

right arm hung by threads, cheekbones,

didn’t sustain as severe injuries, the sudden and powerful impact felt like a high-speed

and battered, they lay

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

Jagoan approached the five, his

in

to death already, and now all traces of his former fierceness had vanished. His face was etched

stared at him and delivered

crack reverberated throughout the roast

Angels… Who came up with such a

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