The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Antonio, the underworld emperor of New York, flexed his influence, summoning gang leaders who rushed in with enthusiasm at his beckoning.

Yet, a twist of fate awaited them in Chinatown, they found themselves bound and gagged, stashed on the second floor of a roast goose shop. With each new arrival, Antonio’s anxiety mounted.

Seizing a lull between the latest arrivals and the previous group being whisked upstairs, Antonio couldn’t help but plead with Charlie, “Mr. Wade… I’ve lured all these gang bosses to Syria. I’ve betrayed every New York gang boss. If they unite against me once we’re in Syria, I won’t make it out alive…”

Charlie smiled and asked, “So, what’s your suggestion?”

Antonio swallowed and replied cautiously, “I’ve been quite cooperative, why not let me stay in New York and work for you and your strong associate…”

Charlie retorted, “If you stay in New York, won’t you be worried about revenge seekers? You’ve conned all the gang bosses into heading to Syria. Do you think their families will let you off the hook?”

Antonio’s lips twitched as he tentatively asked, “Mr. Wade, why not allow me to return to Sicily…”

Charlie patted his shoulder and stated calmly, “Alright, Antonio, stop dreaming. Sicilian compatriots are spread across Europe and the United States. None of them are venturing to Syria to make a name for themselves. In Syria, justice prevails, those who harm others face retribution and killers pay with their lives. Among those upstairs, if someone does try to kill you, my old friend Commander Hamid will ensure you get justice. New York is more forgiving, the body count you’ve left behind wouldn’t let you survive a week there.”

Desperation filled Antonio’s heart as Charlie remained resolute, but Charlie’s words did offer a modicum of comfort. It felt as if they were all incarcerated together, albeit with guards and wardens to deter

reckless behavior. This time, however, he had truly offended the higher-ups. Even if he ever returned to New York, life wouldn’t be easy.

The kidnapping persisted until early morning.

The gang bosses, lured by the Burning Angel’s trick, were bound and silenced before they could grasp the full situation. They remained unaware of how their trusted Sicilian leader, Antonio Zano, had betrayed them, keeping them tied up on that dim second floor.

Jagoan didn’t waste words, he secured them as they arrived, leaving Jordan to watch over them. Any signs of resistance, movement, or indiscreet noises were met with boiling water pouring over their laps.

While it might sound brutal, it paled in comparison to the ruthless tactics these gangsters employed. Nevertheless, this method proved incredibly effective, none of the ruthless gang bosses dared to step out of line in front of the steaming pot.

the Dragon Temple soared into the skies, on a Concorde passenger plane,

him to New York, Wesley hurried

arrival, he spotted Jagoan on the first floor and respectfully

many notable figures from the New York gangs upstairs. You’ll have to greet them one by one shortly. They’re a headstrong bunch. I can handle them on my own, but they won’t be convinced without someone of your stature, background and team to keep them in check.

him and his comrades out of the United States by boat, then transfer to Syria and deliver the cargo

like to convey to your subordinate, or should I pass

there’s no need for elaborate treatment. Get him a crutch from a carpenter, after all, Hamid’s

drop dead then and there. He never imagined his life

Jordan to ascend once more and bring Aman

well-traveled and worldly, instantly recognized Wesley upon seeing him. His shock was palpable. He couldn’t fathom how Jagoan had acted so swiftly. Just hours ago, Wesley had been continents away. It was astounding that he now stood in

directed Jordan to remove the gag

said, “Mr. Jagoan… Do you have

at Wesley and spoke composedly, “Aren’t you always curious about my ties with the Dragon Temple? Well, the Jagoan of

He feared Aman might utter something treasonous, so he promptly stated, “Mr. Jagoan, everyone, including members of the Dragon Temple, is on the

suspicions had been confirmed. It wasn’t the Dragon Temple

of dread. Back at Jagoan Mountain, he had been so arrogant, threatening to obliterate Jagoan’s parents. If it hadn’t been

Were it not for Jagoan’s intervention, he’d still be powerless. His journey from weakness to mastery in the dark realm was all thanks to Jagoan.

depleted their wealth to secure the Dragon Temple’s support. Consequently, Wesley was apprehensive, wishing he could broadcast to the world that he had lost,

was equally overcome with panic. He hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Jagoan. I

need to be so frightened. I told you, I’m not cut from the same cloth

this point, he cared little about whether he was bound for Syria or Afghanistan, as long as it meant preserving his