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.

the Burning Angels? The Bloom Gang

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

even the vendors, would bear

grappled with a conflict

disappointment was evident. “Fearful, hesitant, indecisive. The Chinese Gang and

Casey, humiliated, couldn’t commit.

approached Jagoan, resolute. “Mr. Jagoan, give

future. “Jordan, this act may exile you from

fists, “Uncle Hogan, enduring their tyranny is worse! They deserve this fate! As an illegal immigrant, I’d rather leave this country after exacting vengeance for our Chinatown

I’ll fight with all I have.

eyes on Jagoan,

paths. Firstly, I’ll arrange your swift exit from the

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

with determination, nodded. “Mr. Jagoan,