The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Chapter 5546

Jagoan’s intensity and cool demeanor sent shivers down Antonio’s spine. Jagoan’s words only heightened his fear, he understood that Jagoan’s decision to spare him for now hung on the whims of his mood.

Overwhelmed, Antonio broke into tears and implored Jagoan, “Mr. Jagoan, today was just a minor misunderstanding. You’ve already taken a heavy toll by breaking my knee. Please consider my sincerity. I admit my mistake…”

Jagoan smirked, “Look at you, crying like this. A Sicilian man shouldn’t shed tears. Especially not in front of his daughter. Are you honoring the Sicilian code?”

Suddenly, Antonio felt a profound shame.

Despite his frequent championing of Sicilian values, when faced with a loaded gun and the threat of death, he found himself begging Jagoan for mercy.

At this moment, survival was paramount. Antonio would have gladly run pantless through Manhattan or circled Central Park three times if it meant Jagoan spared him.

Few accomplished individuals in any field were truly unafraid of death. Despite Antonio’s rise through the ranks, he was not as fearless as his youth would suggest.

In his early days, Antonio was like many fourteen- and fifteen-year-olds, impoverished and unfamiliar with prosperity. He couldn’t even afford a cab to his hits. A bus ride, machete on his back, fare dodging, that was his reality.

He hadn’t grasped the value of life then. It was a bus ride to carry out killings while alive, and a brief stint in an ambulance if he met his end. But as he clawed his way up to become the reigning mafia kingpin of New York, his fear of death grew.

His courage only surged when victory was absolute. Just ten minutes ago, Jagoan seemed inconsequential, an ant to be crushed without hesitation.

Yet, now, at a dire disadvantage, his courage vanished.

In a desperate bid for survival, Antonio stammered, “Mr. Jagoan, if you’re still dissatisfied, I’m willing to compensate you with five million dollars. It’s a small gesture…”

queried, “Antonio, how much do

said, “I… I… I probably have tens of millions

pistol, pressing it against Antonio’s cheek, sneering, “Do you fear

Antonio quickly corrected himself, “No, no… I

“But

gunshot or other factors,

Its power was formidable, though it hadn’t pierced Antonio’s

ears with trembling hands. She confronted

chuckled, “As a Chinese man, I can’t be a fascist. Your

my life. You saw it, he aimed for my head. Were I less capable, I’d be an unrecognizable corpse. I’ve only given him two shots and he’s still breathing. Compared to him, I’m

some extent, it was his own doing. But the man

Jagoan turned back to Antonio, “Will you tell the truth, or continue

estate, a

sneered, “Only two billion? Why the secrecy? Are

“No,

continued, “Meet Jordan. He runs a roast goose shop in Chinatown. A gang, the Burning Angels, extorts three thousand a month from him. What’s your tie to

connected to me…” Antonio attempted to defend himself,

knew of his ties to the Burning

for Antonio today and here I am, half

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