The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Chapter 5530

Charlie settled into his seat, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “You know, I’ve never actually witnessed a gangster collecting protection money before. This should be quite the spectacle. Jordan, fetch me some of that mouth watering roast goose rice. I intend to savor every bite.”

Jordan’s voice quickened, “Mr. Wade, these guys are no joke! You really ought to…”

Before he could finish, Hogan interjected, giving Jordan an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

Urgently, he urged, “The Young Master specifically requested your expertise with the roast goose rice. No time to waste, let’s see if your culinary prowess has lost its edge.”

In walked five young men, their attire exuding a hip-hop swagger mixed with an air of arrogance.

Leading the pack was a slender, towering figure, shrouded in an oversized hoodie that obscured half his face. His hands were buried deep in the front pockets, an unmistakable air of menace about him.

Stepping forward, he eyed Jordan and sneered, “Well, well, Mr. Goose from China. Have you got the money I asked for? If I don’t see 3,000 bucks on this table by tonight, I’ll make sure you get a taste of lead before your body takes a leisurely cruise back to China via the Hudson River.”

Jordan’s nerves danced on a knife’s edge. But Charlie, seated at the table, interjected, his gaze fixed on Jordan.

He prodded, “Boss, I’m famished and feeling rather pugnacious. Hurry along and prepare a meal for me.”

Jordan stood frozen, uncertainty etched across his face. Hogan murmured, “Go on, now.”

in his features, Jordan gritted his teeth, “Alright… I’ll

that, he turned on his heel and headed for the

observing Jagoan dispatch his boss,

we’ve got some

coolly, “Hey there, Chinese

remained, his eyes locked

paying customers eat? Haven’t you heard the

point on, the entirety of Chinatown, I mean the whole shebang in New York,

meal in front of me. So, whether you’re a fiery angel, a savage beast, or a scampering rodent, it matters little.

temper flared. “You think I’m messing around?” he spat, drawing an M9 pistol

it, aiming straight

a frigid tone, he warned, “You’re about to get a firsthand

at the bottom of rivers. I’ve even used people as

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