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.

vengeance bring a life on the run, chased by police and the Burning Angels?

Jagoan’s words resonated deeply. Chinatown was crumbling under their leadership, devoured

vendors,

grappled with a conflict

indecisive. The Chinese Gang and Chinatown deserve

Casey, humiliated, couldn’t commit.

resolute. “Mr. Jagoan, give me the gun. I’ll do

worried for Jordan’s future. “Jordan, this act may

their tyranny is worse! They deserve this fate! As an

fight with all I have. Avenge our

eyes on

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

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

nodded. “Mr. Jagoan, I

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