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.

life on the run, chased by police and the Burning Angels? The Bloom Gang stood no chance, especially against

words resonated deeply. Chinatown was crumbling under their leadership, devoured by the enemy. Fleeing meant

vendors, would bear the

grappled with a

indecisive. The Chinese Gang

Casey, humiliated, couldn’t commit.

Jagoan, resolute. “Mr. Jagoan,

for Jordan’s future. “Jordan, this act may exile you from the

clenched his fists, “Uncle Hogan, enduring their tyranny is worse! They deserve this fate!

go, I’ll fight with all I have. Avenge

eyes on

you have two paths. Firstly, I’ll arrange your swift exit from

a new Chinese gang. Any insult merits punishment. Kill them. Protect your kin and

stood stunned, then, with determination, nodded. “Mr.