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.

three wine cellars, two filled with an array of vintages, while the largest one lacked wine but held an

Antonio’s grim

in six sets of handcuffs, Antonio refrained from securing him to the rack. Instead, he guided Jagoan beneath it, positioning himself nearby. An aide relieved Jagoan of his firearm, pressing it against his forehead while taunting, “You’re fortunate. Usually, only the high-profile

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

matter how powerful, posed no true threat,

been in New York for only a few hours, and already, two muzzles have been pointed at my

mean? Apart from me,

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

“Do you think

the gun aimed at Jagoan’s head, was growing uneasy. He viewed each second Jagoan remained alive as a threat and attempted to incite

opined, “Antonio, it appears this Chinese lad isn’t the least bit afraid of you. I suspect

spread across his face. Without hesitation, he turned to Aman, declaring, “Mr. Ramovich, take a step back. I

few paces. He

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

mind, his gaze fixed

turned icy,

remained, his voice steady,

not anticipated Jagoan’s final act of defiance. He ground out, “Fine, this will be your final utterance in this

he bellowed,

the trigger without a

Bang!

Julia’s scream, echoed

shot flawlessly, the recoil confirming

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

the bullet, Antonio only saw the flash before his eyes as the round discharged. Jagoan continued to regard him, a smirk playing on his

stunned to speak. Aman, in particular, could not fathom how

“Your marksmanship leaves much

firing

Bang!

Jagoan effortlessly

face. He stammered, “How… How did you do

Kung Fu, my friend.

chi. The metallic

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.