The Charismatic Charlie Wade

As Jagoan spoke, a plan crystallized in his mind.

Having been in New York for this long, certain issues demanded a thorough resolution. With the Zano family’s reach extending into Chinatown, encompassing Hogan’s decades of hard work, there was no room for self-restraint.

He turned to Jordan, his tone resolute, “Jordan, change into those chef’s clothes and join me.”

Jordan’s gaze darted to the five imposing figures of the Burning Angels. “Mr. Jagoan, what about them?” he inquired urgently.

“Dispatch them, one bullet at a time. Make every shot count,” Jagoan affirmed, a steely determination in his voice. The five stood, trembling with fear. They never fathomed that the once-bullied cook, who wouldn’t even dare to breathe too loud, now harbored a resolute intent to end them all.

Witnessing Jordan’s unwavering resolve, Jagoan’s smile curled slightly. “It’s premature to end them now. Let Uncle Hogan and Casey Vigo keep a close watch. Once their affairs conclude, we’ll revisit this,” he advised.

Hogan wasted no time, seeking guidance, “Master, what’s your strategy? Is there something I should tend to?”

Jagoan’s grin persisted. “No, Uncle Hogan. When Jordan and I depart, lock up shop and await our return. Should any trouble arise, and someone with a keen eye stirs up strife, use these five as leverage and summon Micheala immediately.”

before her. Yet, Jagoan preferred not to invoke her aid. Her intervention would dampen the intrigue of the matter. Still, he recognized his limitations. Taking

nodded in approval. Jagoan then turned to Casey Vigo, inquiring, “You’ve been in New York for years. What’s your intel on the Zano clan? their location, headcount, and the leader’s

the Zano family,” Casey Vigo reported promptly. “They hold sway in the mafia, boasting a significant populace. I’d reckon at least ten members. The present

“I’ll take Jordan to the Zano Manor. If all goes well,

Young Master,” Hogan

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from Sicily, had lorded over New York for decades. Deeply entrenched in the mafia legacy, they held an enduring relic

typewriter. Until

seemingly unrelated entities. Behind the vest-clad gangs, they quietly propelled them to conquer New York and the entire East Coast, expanding their influence

to shed their old image and cozy up to the upper echelons. Antonio

but a lavatory that could stand A openly, immaculate and odorless. The traditional Mafia was akin to the former—a dirty,

guest from afar would grace their halls. This

Zano Manor, a sprawling table, over ten meters long, was impeccably set. Flowers flown in from France