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

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

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

He hammered the trigger!

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

they thought Jagoan was about to

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

a minuscule amount of energy, enough to render his opponent utterly defenseless. The

his arm, yet his fingers were

wants to

men behind him scrambled, drawing pistols in

man’s wrist and swinging him like a baseball

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

five bodies lay wailing

suffered the most. His right arm hung by threads,

sustain as severe injuries, the sudden and powerful impact

and battered, they

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

approached the five, his expression

back, their refuge in the corner

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

at him and delivered a resounding slap across

reverberated throughout 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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