The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Jagoan’s words sent shivers down the spines of the five, Will Johnson included.

Who could have fathomed enduring Jagoan’s torment up until now? They’d hoped he’d release them, but instead, he’d tracked down the Chinese gang’s boss, issuing a deadly command.

Terror gripped them. Will, bloodied, managed, “Mr. Jagoan… we did as you asked. Spare us…”

Jagoan smirked, “Begging won’t cleanse your hands of bloodshed. Did those you killed beg?”

Ignoring Will, Jagoan thrust the gun into Casey’s trembling hand, coldly saying, “What are you waiting for?”

Staring at the pistol, Casey’s inner struggle was palpable.

Casey bore a profound grudge against the Burning Angels, yet the prospect of taking a life weighed heavily. He’d fought many times, but never killed.

Jagoan’s intention was crystal clear, five bullets, five enemies.

a life on the run, chased by police and the Burning Angels? The Bloom

under their leadership, devoured by the enemy. Fleeing meant annihilation for

vendors,

grappled with a conflict he’d never

indecisive. The Chinese

Casey, humiliated, couldn’t commit.

his quandary, Jordan approached Jagoan, resolute. “Mr.

brow furrowed, worried for Jordan’s future. “Jordan, this act may exile you

this fate! As an illegal immigrant, I’d rather leave this

“Before I go, I’ll fight with all I have.

eyes on Jagoan, awaiting

two paths. Firstly, I’ll arrange your swift exit from the U.S., as you suggested,

tone grew resolute, “Secondly, stay and form a new Chinese gang. Any insult merits punishment. Kill

nodded.