“Damn it!”


    The ck man was infuriated to see that Charlie was not only unafraid but was speaking with arrogance.


    In a fit of rage, he mmed the bottom of his pistol down onto the table, sending bottles and cans crashing to the floor. Rising to his feet, he pressed the gun’s muzzle against Charlie’s forehead and sneered, “Huaxia dude, this is the United States of America! If you stir up trouble here, no one will send you back to China. Instead, they’ll take aim and smash your head!”


    Charlie merely smiled and replied, “You’re quite the arrogant one.”


    With that, he dropped the smile and contemptuously dered, “But I’m not afraid!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The man clenched his teeth and retorted, “Damn it, are you really looking to get yourself killed?”


    Charlie shrugged, replying nonchntly, “I’m sitting right here today, no matter what. Whether you’re a zing angel or a wild dog in the crematorium, if you dare to approach, you will kneel down and sing ‘Conquer’ for me! If you sing well, I might let him live; if you sing poorly, I’ll end his life. I’ll rip off your dog’s head and kick it from the east end of Chinatown to the west!”


    As he spoke, Charlie scrutinized the man’s face, frowning. “Honestly, your head isn’t great; it’s too long and pointed—more like a rugby ball. With a brain like yours, you can’t dribble like a football; you can only waddle like a rugby yer. So I’ll take back what I said and repeat: if your singing isn’t up to par, I will twist off your dog’s head and boot it from the east end of Chinatown to the west!”


    “Holy crap!” The man was instantly enraged, his finger dancing nervously on the trigger while he paced back and forth within a three-meter space. He muttered to himself, “I’m going to kill this bastard! Right now! Right now!”


    Afterward, he signaled to his followers. They quickly got the message and hurried to shut the door of the roast goose shop from the inside, locking it tight.


    Once the door was secured, the man again aimed his pistol at Charlie’s forehead and coldly stated, “You Chinese folks love to taunt the gun. I’ve taken out more than one like you. Adding another to the tally doesn’t bother me at all! If you have anyst words, say them now, and I’ll send you on your way!”


    “Last words?” Charlie scoffed, his disdain evident. “A lowlife like you can’t kill me.”


    He then knocked on the table cheerfully, calling out, “Gunbir, where’s my food?”


    Gunbir rushed out of the kitchen, panic evident as he clutched a bowl of food. “Mr. Wade… your rice is here…” he stammered.


    He quickly ced the roast goose rice in front of Charlie, but the ck man knocked the entire meal to the ground with a furious swipe, shouting, “Damn it, you think you can eat when you’re about to die?!”


    Without hesitation, he turned the gun towards the rice bowl and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the bullet tore through the bowl, shattering it into pieces, leaving Gunbir trembling in fear!


    Arman, standing nearby, showed no signs of fear. He understood that these men were nothing but antspared to Charlie. Even the entire Burning Angel organization was merely a clown in front of him. The Fei family might have been local rulers in New York, but when Charlie shot Jamura right in front of them, who among the Fei family dared to oppose him?<fnf09b> Newest update provided by fin?novel</fnf09b>