The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Antonio had initially harbored sinister intentions towards Jagoan, envisioning a gruesome end for him. However, it was a disguised Aman who unexpectedly altered the course of events. Antonio sought a discreet location to swiftly end Jagoan’s life with a single gunshot to the head.

The wine cellar, a chilling choice for such dark deeds, became Antonio’s preferred stage. He aimed to eliminate the audacious and unaware Chinese man right before Aman’s eyes. Little did he anticipate Jagoan’s impatience, which outpaced even his own impending demise.

After a brief pause, Antonio sneered at Jagoan, pointing a finger, “I’ve dealt with many, but I’ve never met anyone so eager to meet their fate. Very well, I’ll oblige.”

With urgency, he commanded his entourage, “Restrain him, now!”

Julia stood her ground, disregarding her own safety, her voice unwavering, “You cannot do this!”

Unwilling to let his daughter interfere further, Antonio contemplated having her removed.

But before he could issue the order, Jagoan interjected impatiently, “Why waste time on her? Can’t she witness blood? It’ll toughen her up.”

Antonio seethed, his words sharp, “Julia, as a Sicilian woman, you must acquaint yourself with the grim reality of this world. Otherwise, you’ll remain as fragile as a child.”

“Child!” He snapped and then turned imperiously to his younger brother, “Take them away, together!”

Jagoan wisely toned down the aura that had previously unsettled several of the mafia underlings. They were too stunned to question this shift. Swiftly, he retrieved a firearm and directed them towards the wine cellar.

Afterwards, Antonio extended a respectful invitation to Aman, stating, “Mr. Ramovich, please join me here.”

Aman relished the moment. He held a deep disdain for Jagoan, but circumstances had prevented him from acting. Today, an opportunity had presented itself, and he would watch from the sidelines. A gleeful prospect indeed.

Anticipating potential retaliation from the Dragon Temple against Antonio in the future, he cast Antonio a glance tinged with pity, remarking with a wry smile, “Antonio, it seems you’re destined to leave your mark today.”

Like a soldier receiving commendation from his general, Antonio stood tall, his expression filled with pride. “Fear not, Mr. Ramovich, today you shall witness something extraordinary!”

Aman offered a note of caution, “I observe that this Chinese gentleman possesses an admirable physique, and the Chinese are known for their martial arts prowess. Exercise the utmost vigilance.”

Antonio scoffed, “All that kung fu is just a facade, a trick to deceive. Even if Jackie Chan himself were here, he’d be no match.”

Aman countered swiftly, “No, no, no, caution dictates we secure him. Bind his hands with handcuffs. One pair won’t suffice, ensure there are at least two, preferably three!” Although Antonio found Aman’s wariness puzzling, he complied with the boss’s directive.

Without delay, he instructed his henchmen, “Fetch multiple sets of handcuffs. Secure the Chinese gentleman to me with one, and bring a few more pairs!” Before long, Jagoan approached the wine cellar, his wrists enveloped in three sets of restraints. The iron cuffs were formidable; even Jordan wore two to preempt any potential resistance.

Julia implored Antonio to release Jagoan, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. For the first time, Antonio conceded that Jagoan had a point. As a Sicilian woman, Julia needed to confront certain harsh realities. Compassion had its limits; it was time for her to confront the sight of blood up close.

to was located in the manor’s basement. This vast underground chamber housed three wine cellars, two filled with an

Antonio’s

himself nearby. An aide relieved Jagoan of his firearm,

hails from China’s Jagoan clan. In terms of significance, he surpasses anything you mafia types have encountered. If you manage to eliminate him with one shot, he will be the most influential figure

threatened at gunpoint, Jagoan remained unfazed. In his eyes, a firearm, no matter how powerful, posed no true threat, unless it was an anti-tank round fired at point-blank range.

only a few hours, and already, two muzzles have been pointed at my head. Is this the customary

mean? Apart from me, who else aimed a

“Oh, just a few small-time individuals. But don’t worry, I’ll

“Do you think you’ll leave here

uneasy. He viewed each second

isn’t the least bit afraid

felt a flush of heat spread across his face. Without hesitation, he turned to Aman, declaring, “Mr. Ramovich, take a step back. I will blow his head off on the count

few paces. He encouraged Antonio, “Proceed with

of her father’s murderous intent, made one last plea, her voice desperate, “Dad, please… Don’t… Don’t kill him…

paid her no mind, his gaze fixed on

voice turned

remained, his voice steady,

final act of defiance. He ground out, “Fine, this will be your final utterance in this

that, he bellowed,

the trigger without a

Bang!

Julia’s scream, echoed through

flawlessly, the recoil confirming

he turned to observe Jagoan’s head, Antonio’s eyes widened in disbelief. Jagoan stood

saw the flash before his eyes as the round discharged. Jagoan continued to regard him,

onlookers were too stunned to speak. Aman, in particular, could not fathom how Jagoan

the moment, Jagoan quipped, “Your marksmanship leaves

by firing at Jagoan’s head

Bang!

Jagoan effortlessly sidestepped the

jaw dropped, incredulity etched across his face. He

“Chinese Kung Fu, my friend. You’re out of your

Jagoan shattered the six sets of handcuffs encircling his wrists using his chi. The metallic fragments, guided by an unseen force, hurtled into the

his men strewn across the floor, lifeblood pooling, Antonio felt as though he’d witnessed a ghost. He turned and fled, but terror had rendered his legs weak. He remained rooted