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.

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

Jagoan spoke, Hank dropped to the ground, assuming a canine posture, mimicking barks,

a ruthless individual, would grovel before Jagoan, attempting to please him like a faithful

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

cast a cold glance at the pair and said, “You two are

horrified, stammered, “Who are

and struck him across the

a life of privilege, he’d never been treated so disrespectfully. Enraged, he snapped, “Do you know who I

for introductions, and I’m not patient. Answer, or

at the father-son duo coldly, warning, “If you don’t want your bodies on the streets,

angry. My

Pleased, Jagoan nodded, “Speak.”

himself and his father, revealing their

core members here were genuinely core—the eldest son and grandson, typically first and

Treasures of the Study or even leaving

“Cooperate, and your lives are spared.

nodded fervently,

and inquired, “How many