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?

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

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

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

With a furious grit of his teeth, he spat, “Chinese

He hammered the trigger!

black man’s companions retreated a few steps. They saw their boss’s murderous intent. At this

about to be

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

to render his opponent utterly defenseless. The black man’s hand had lost all strength,

yet his fingers were rebellious.

pistol, “If God wants to see

The four black-clad men behind him scrambled, drawing

wrist and swinging

massive, dark force slammed into them from the side. Before

bodies lay wailing in

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

injuries, the sudden and powerful impact felt like a

battered, they lay

deep down, that they’d encountered a

the five,

back, their refuge in the corner now a

been the tough guy had been beaten half to death already, and now all traces of his former fierceness had

and delivered a resounding slap across

throughout

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

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