The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Chapter 5531

“Holy hell!” The man’s fingers trembled, poised dangerously close to the trigger.

He was a tempest in human form.

Bouncing within a three-meter radius, he muttered darkly. “Ending this bastard now. Instantly! Instantly!”

A sly wink rallied his followers, who promptly sealed the goose shop’s fate.

With the door secured, the man’s gun zeroed in on Charlie’s brow, chilling intent in his voice, “Chinese love tempting gun barrels. I’ve put down many like you. One more won’t change a thing. Any final words, speak them now.”

“Final words?” Charlie jeered, disdain dripping from his words. “You’re a farce, not a threat.”

He rapped the table with a smirk. “Jordan, my meal. Chop chop!”

Jordan rushed from the kitchen, clutching a bowl of roast goose rice, his words a jumble. “Mr. Wade… Here’s your rice…”

In one Swift motion, the black man sent the entire meal scattering, “You’re thinking of a feast at death’s door?!” he thundered.

He swung his weapon towards the fallen bowl, squeezing the trigger. The gunshot rang out, shattering the plastic container and sending Jordan into a quaking fit.

Hogan, on the sidelines, remained unfazed. He was aware that these men were nothing more than insignificant specks compared to Charlie.

The Burning Angel?

A sideshow compared to him.

The Joules family, a powerful dynasty in New York, had no influence as Charlie mercilessly shot Patrick Joules right in front of them.

Who in the Joules clan would dare oppose him? When Charlie asked Patrick’s father, grandfather, and great-grandfather Joules whether they were convinced that he killed Patrick, who would dare to say no?

Now, a few gang members who knew nothing about the world dared to jump in front of Jagoan with guns, and Jagoan would never let them have an easy time.

The leader locked eyes with Jagoan, who showed no fear. Instead, he turned to Jordan and said, “Bring me another bowl. This swill’s a waste. I’ll make him kneel like a dog, licking every grain off the floor.”

trigger, yet Jagoan remained unfazed. Fear tinged the edges

grit of his teeth, he spat, “Chinese man! Since you court death, I’ll deliver

He hammered the trigger!

few steps. They saw their boss’s

Jagoan was about to be shot, the black

trigger, he muttered, “What’s happening… Why

steady. He’d only exerted a minuscule amount of energy, enough to render his opponent utterly defenseless. The black man’s

grain of rice.

bewildered, still had power in his arm, yet his fingers were rebellious. In his panic, Jagoan reached out and

inspected the sleek Italian M9 pistol, “If God wants to see me, he’ll have

black-clad men behind him scrambled, drawing pistols in their panic, preparing

man’s wrist and swinging him

them from the side. Before they could react, they were sprawled on

an instant, five bodies lay wailing in

was tossed suffered the most. His right arm hung by threads,

the other four didn’t sustain as severe injuries, the sudden

and battered, they

never imagined an ordinary person could wield such incredible power. They knew, deep down, that they’d encountered a master. Perhaps this was a legendary Kung Fu

Jagoan approached the five,

back, their refuge in the corner now

the tough guy had been beaten half to death already, and now all traces of his

him and delivered a resounding slap across

throughout the

“The underworld, huh? And the Burning Angels… Who came up with such a ridiculous name? Look at that grizzled mug of yours—does it

cry and plead with Jagoan. “I’m sorry, truly sorry. I

brow and

crisp sound grated on the eardrums of

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