The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Chapter 5559

In this critical moment, Dean didn’t dare doubt Jagoan’s words. As Jagoan talked about relentless self-destruction, Dean’s heart sank. It was like someone who grew up in a tropical rainforest, never having seen the cold was suddenly thrown into an icy pool. He knew he couldn’t match Jagoan, and even his fellow underlings couldn’t make a difference. Escape seemed like an impossible dream.

Dean imagined his comrades sensing something was wrong and rushing in. Jagoan would surely take them down easily, leaving Dean with no hope of rescue.

To make things worse, there were still at least four long hours until dinner.

He wasn’t thinking about revenge or saving his pride anymore. All he wanted was for Jagoan to stop this inhumane torture and humiliation. Dean found himself reduced to the most humble of pleas, kneeling on the cold, grimy floor, clasping his hands above his head like an obedient pet, hoping for Jagoan’s mercy.

Jagoan looked at the pitiful sight before him, his sneer dripping with cruelty. He teased, “Has anyone ever begged you like this before, on their knees?”

Dean hesitated for a moment, thinking about all the people he had tortured to their breaking point with his merciless methods. People who had been driven to suicide or tortured to death. Dean might have been more brutal than Jagoan when it came to cruelty, using ruthless and degrading methods even on innocent victims. Jagoan, for all his ruthlessness, seemed to avoid harming the innocent.

Seeing Dean’s silence, Jagoan smirked and continued, “It’s our first meeting, and I don’t know your history, but I’m sure the people outside know exactly what kind of evil you’ve done. Let them enlighten me.”

Jagoan grabbed the handle of the toilet brush, lifted it forcefully, and raised Dean from his kneeling position.

This caused another wave of pain in Dean’s mouth. He felt like there wasn’t a single patch of unharmed flesh left, it was all just bloody ulcers. The pain was unbearable.

Jagoan, however, didn’t show any sympathy. Dean’s multiple breakdowns were just the beginning for him.

Holding Dean up with one hand by the toilet brush, Jagoan walked to the bathroom door and turned the handle.

Outside, fifteen henchmen were ready and eager. One skinny guy, unable to contain his excitement, unfastened his belt and announced, “The boss is done, it’s my turn to have some fun!” With those words, he dashed to the door, expecting Jagoan to be satisfied.

But as the door swung open, the skinny guy’s excitement turned to horror. Before him stood a stern Jagoan.

He was speechless, but nothing seemed wrong. He kept a sly grin and said, “Ah, our Asian beauty can’t resist a second round, can you?”

Jagoan extended his hand, lifting Dean in front of him. “Looks like you’re eager to go next,” he remarked.

The skinny guy now looked like a ghost, terrified beyond measure. He stared, mouth wide open, but didn’t say a word.

He never imagined the pitiful figure before him was Dean, the boss he had admired and followed for so long.

the toilet brush still blocked his voice. Desperate,

bad temper. While they enjoyed the show, almost no one dared to get close to see, except the skinny guy. They were unaware of what was

back, prompting Jagoan

the skinny guy was thrown out of the bathroom door, hitting

sudden turn of

asked Dean,

mouth, Dean’s last wish to scream “kill him”

If he let his underlings attack, they would likely be either killed or punished, and Dean’s rebellion

him hard, causing several teeth

saw Dean being beaten, they were alarmed. They knew Dean was a formidable opponent, and even in his pitiable

hesitated, not

response, Jagoan grabbed a plastic chair, sat down in front of the group, and raised the bloodied toilet brush, striking it against the floor, leaving a crimson

well to line up for me. I’ll give you three seconds to stand behind this line. If anyone hasn’t complied by

managed to stand behind the line, followed

nodded in approval

of them had quickly lined up, except for the skinny guy,

of the

I’ll break the leg of anyone who doesn’t comply with my command. You must know

make sense of Jagoan’s actions. Why was

man in his fifties spoke up, trembling as he said, “You… you can’t

they say a man’s word is his bond. I stick to my promises, not necessarily fairness.

man, asking, “Who are you, and why are you

still trembling, mustered the courage to reply, “I am a priest, a

but I’m an

priest responded, “Even if you don’t believe in

not blaspheming. I just don’t take His

on the priest and asked, “Tell me, when did

replied with a hint of panic,

and continued, “And how long have you been locked up

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