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 with guns, and

with Jagoan, who showed no fear. Instead, 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 grain

composure crumbled. He’d pulled the trigger, yet Jagoan remained unfazed. Fear tinged the edges of

gaped wide, lips flapping without sound. With a furious grit of his teeth, he spat, “Chinese man! Since you court death, I’ll deliver

He hammered the trigger!

shut, while the black man’s companions retreated a few steps. They saw their boss’s murderous intent. At this point, revulsion painted their faces, anticipating the spray of

was about to be

he muttered, “What’s happening…

enough to render his opponent utterly

arm, yet his fingers were

to see me, he’ll have to come to me, not the other

men behind him scrambled, drawing pistols in their panic, preparing to fire at

seizing the black man’s wrist and swinging him like a

their weapons, a massive, dark force slammed into them from the side. Before they could react, they were sprawled on

an instant, five bodies lay wailing in the

tossed suffered the most. His right arm hung by threads, cheekbones, ribs, and

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

and battered, they

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

the five,

their refuge in the corner

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

him and delivered a

sharp crack reverberated throughout the

Jagoan offered a wry smile, “The underworld, huh? And the Burning Angels… Who came

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