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.

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

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

dead, even the vendors, would bear the

grappled with a conflict he’d

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

Casey, humiliated, couldn’t commit.

Jagoan, resolute. “Mr. Jagoan, give me

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

clenched his fists, “Uncle Hogan, enduring their tyranny is worse! They deserve this fate! As an illegal immigrant, I’d rather

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

held his words, eyes on Jagoan,

regarded Jordan gravely. “Jordan, you have two paths. Firstly, I’ll arrange your swift exit from the U.S., as

Jagoan’s tone grew resolute, “Secondly, stay and form a new Chinese gang. Any insult merits punishment. Kill them. Protect your kin

nodded. “Mr.