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?

gang members who knew nothing about the world dared to jump in front of Jagoan with guns,

Instead, he turned to Jordan and said, “Bring me another bowl. This swill’s

man’s composure crumbled. He’d pulled the trigger, yet Jagoan remained unfazed. Fear tinged the edges of his bravado, tangled with his murderous

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

He hammered the trigger!

eyes shut, while the black man’s companions retreated a few steps. They saw their boss’s murderous

to be shot,

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

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

yet his fingers were rebellious. In his

pistol, “If God wants to see me, he’ll have

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

sneered, seizing the black man’s wrist and

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

five bodies lay wailing

by threads, cheekbones, ribs, and leg bones shattered. Countless fractures crisscrossed

the other four didn’t sustain as severe injuries, the sudden and

and battered,

an ordinary person could wield such incredible power. They knew, deep down, that they’d encountered a master. Perhaps this

approached the five, his

shrank back, their refuge in the corner now a

guy had been beaten half to death already, and now all

and delivered

reverberated throughout the roast

smile, “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 to

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