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.

brush still blocked his voice. Desperate, he opened his mouth, spewing blood and saliva, drenching the

about Dean’s bad temper. While they enjoyed the show, almost no one dared to get close to see, except the skinny guy. They were

guy instinctively stepped back, prompting Jagoan to thrust his foot

loud thud, the skinny guy was thrown out of

were shocked by this sudden turn of events. They gathered around, puzzled

from the toilet brush. Jagoan sneered and asked Dean, “Now, tell me, what were you about to say

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

knew Jagoan’s dominance in this cell was absolute. If he let his underlings attack, they would likely be either killed or punished, and Dean’s rebellion

teeth to fall

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

they hesitated, not

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

give you three seconds to stand behind this line. If anyone hasn’t complied by the count of three,

to stand behind

in approval and

had quickly lined up, except for the skinny guy, who

lifted the unconscious guy by the hair, and dragged him in front of the

mentioned, I’ll break the leg of

make sense of Jagoan’s actions. Why was he punishing an unconscious and defenseless man? It seemed unfair and

up, trembling as he said, “You… you can’t treat an unconscious person like this,

say a man’s word is his bond. I stick to my promises, not necessarily fairness. Anyone who doesn’t fall in line will

turned to the elderly man, asking, “Who are you, and why are you

trembling, mustered the courage to reply, “I am a priest, a servant of God. I speak for

sorry, but I’m an atheist. I don’t believe

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

blaspheming. I just don’t take

on the priest and asked, “Tell me,

priest, his lips pressed tightly, replied with a hint of panic,

“And how long have

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