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?

few gang members who knew nothing about the world dared to jump in front of Jagoan with guns, and Jagoan would never let them have an easy

leader locked eyes 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 off the

unfazed. Fear tinged the edges of his

teeth, he spat, “Chinese

He hammered the trigger!

retreated a few steps. They saw their boss’s murderous intent. At

as they thought Jagoan was about to be shot, the

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

smile held steady. He’d only exerted a minuscule amount of energy, enough to render his opponent utterly defenseless. The black man’s hand had lost all strength, unable to squeeze even a

black man, bewildered, still had power in his arm, yet his fingers were

M9 pistol, “If God wants to see me, he’ll have to come to me, not the other way

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

black man’s wrist and

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

bodies lay

right arm hung by threads, cheekbones, ribs, and leg bones

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

battered, they lay

such incredible power. They knew, deep down, that they’d encountered a master. Perhaps this was a

Jagoan approached the five, his

refuge in the

already, and

delivered

reverberated throughout the roast goose

swelled, Jagoan offered a wry smile, “The underworld, huh? And the Burning Angels… Who came up with such a ridiculous name? Look at that grizzled mug of yours—does

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