The Charismatic Charlie Wade

As Steve finished, a chilling voice pierced the room, questioning, “How do you plan on making me vanish?”

In the dimly lit room, an unexpected voice startled the trio instantaneously!

Through the faint window light, they could discern the figure before them, yet his face remained obscured.

However, judging by his demeanor and voice, the man seemed relatively young, though the moment of his arrival had eluded their senses. His countenance, cold and sardonic, struck fear into all three of them.

The speaker was none other than Jagoan.

The power outage in the villa resulted from Jagoan’s direct use of energy to disable the two power lines across the river.

Aware of their extensive high-tech defenses, he opted to cut the power. Regular houses lacked backup, but this high-end villa area had two lines and a main supply. Disconnecting the two lines left residences within kilometers in darkness.

The outage rendered their high-tech surveillance defunct. Jagoan entered like a ghost, undetectable to anyone.

It was then that Hank realized the power outage targeted not Cole Manor but the frontline headquarters.

He was the first to react, instinctively drawing a pistol and aiming at Jagoan, without a word, pulling the trigger.

Oddly, the trigger seemed to be locked by a safety mechanism. Though it could be pulled halfway, the pistol’s hammer remained inactive.

he could grasp what had occurred, Jagoan materialized before him with blinding speed, tapped his shoulder lightly, and calmly remarked, “Best not to cross Ross. Slip up, and

Hank dropped to the ground, assuming a canine posture, mimicking

were stunned. They never imagined Hank, a ruthless individual, would grovel

raced through their minds. They pondered fleeing or seeking aid but feared Jagoan’s unnoticed appearance suggested their calls for help might prove futile. Worse, provoking him might

and said, “You two are core Rothschild members, right? Introduce

stammered, “Who are you? What’s

him across the face,

defiantly. Accustomed to a life of privilege, he’d never been treated so disrespectfully. Enraged, he snapped, “Do you know who I am? How dare

introductions, and I’m not patient. Answer, or I’ll end

he stared at the father-son duo coldly, warning,

interjected, “Please, don’t be angry. My father’s slow. I’ll answer your

Pleased, Jagoan nodded, “Speak.”

father, revealing their lineage within the Rothschild

eldest son and grandson,

Study or even leaving the US

and your lives are spared. One

two nodded fervently, “We

inquired, “How many here