The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

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.”

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

turned on his heel

lead man, observing Jagoan dispatch his boss, wore an irksome

scoffed, “Looks like we’ve got

a seat across from Jagoan, he declared coolly, “Hey there, Chinese guy. Who gave you the audacity to

eyes locked onto the

let paying customers eat?

he warned, “You clearly don’t know the lay of the land here. From this point on, the entirety of Chinatown, I mean the whole shebang in New York, belongs to us Burning

in front of me. So, whether you’re a fiery angel, a savage beast, or a scampering rodent, it matters little. But if you and your entourage don’t vanish from my sight this instant, I’ll show you a fate

flared. “You think I’m messing around?”

brandished it, aiming straight at

tone, he warned, “You’re about

from eating less-than-appetizing meals to languishing in iron cages at the bottom of rivers. I’ve even used people as canvases for calligraphy. But I must confess, feeding them bullets is a