The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Chapter 5533

In this humble roast goose shop in Chinatown, a magical and interesting scene is taking place.

The five gang members, once the terror of Chinatown, struck fear into countless Chinese vendors. Now, they knelt on the ground, cramming bullets of yellow, orange and gold into their mouths. Swallowing 9mm pistol rounds was like trying to gulp down fat capsules without a drop of water to ease the pain. They gritted their teeth and forced them down.

Will Johnson, in particular, suffered. His sister was a mistress to the Burning Angel boss and he himself had a ruthless streak, rising to middle management in the gang. Chinatown fell under his jurisdiction.

In the American underworld, he was the Burning Angel’s Chinatown enforcer. But his authority did him no favors now.

The others managed to choke down the bullets, wincing through the ordeal. Theirs were at least somewhat spherical. Will Jackson, however, faced Jagoan’s own macabre concoction. Jagoan meticulously dismantled each bullet, pouring the powder into Will Jackson’s mouth, then followed with the disassembled round and casing. It was a merciless race to swallow them down.

The bullet casings, separated from their warheads, were jagged and often caught in Will Jackson’s throat. But Jagoan allowed no reprieve. He swallowed as best he could, and soon, blood mingled with the effort.

Witnessing this horrifying display, Jordan’s stomach churned. He turned away, fighting the urge to vomit.

“Jordan,” Jagoan inquired, “How many times have you crossed paths with Will Jackson?”

Jordan stammered, “Mr. Jagoan, I… I’ve seen him maybe three or four times…”

Jagoan nodded, then gestured for a plate. “Here, hand it over. What does he usually do?”

Jordan recalled, “The first time, he went to Angieda’s shop for protection money. Angieda didn’t speak English, so she chased him out with a broom. He retaliated by breaking her limbs…”

quick to defend himself, interjected, “She struck first,

exerting just enough pressure to snap it at the joint. Will cried out in agony. Jagoan’s voice remained cool. “You walked

like a hammer, smashing it onto Will’s right ankle. The crack was unmistakable. Pain overwhelmed Will, and he

Jagoan turned to

he demanded three thousand dollars from me. When I couldn’t pay, he brought these men and beat me up, saying it

surveyed Jordan’s bruised face, offering a slight nod. He seized Will by the collar, delivering four or five brutal slaps until blood seeped from his capillaries. Then, he cast the man aside. He turned back to Jordan and

street corner. Anthony Carvin from the Chinese Gang came out of the nightclub and

Carvin, does he

real trouble, especially for immigrants like us.

mentioned Will Johnson sitting in the car and Where

summoned the courage to reply, “He was behind the

the car through the door behind

Jordan nodded, affirming, “Yes…”

“Did

Carvin was gone

Will. “Let me be clear, Will. Did you kill Anthony Carvin, the one who

his head frantically. “It wasn’t

turned to the other four individuals, his tone unwavering. “For any one of you who tells me the truth, I’ll subtract five bullets from your

squirmed, beads of sweat forming on

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