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.”

the trigger, yet Jagoan remained unfazed. Fear

sound. With a furious grit of his teeth, he spat, “Chinese man! Since you

He hammered the trigger!

squeezed his eyes shut, while the black man’s companions retreated a few steps. They saw their boss’s murderous intent. At

was about to be shot, the black

“What’s happening… Why can’t I… Why can’t I pull the

his

grain of rice.

fingers were rebellious. In his panic, Jagoan

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

behind him scrambled, drawing

black man’s wrist and swinging him

force slammed into them from the

bodies lay wailing in the

the most. His right arm hung by threads, cheekbones, ribs, and leg bones

as severe injuries, the sudden and powerful impact

and battered, they lay

knew, deep down, that they’d

the

their refuge in the corner now

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

delivered a resounding slap across

throughout the

came up

with Jagoan. “I’m sorry,

and delivered

grated on the

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