As Antonio gazed in horror at the eight lifeless men sprawled across the ground, blood pooling around them, he felt as if he had encountered a ghost. Overwhelmed by fear, he instinctively turned to flee, but his legs had turned to jelly, rendering him unable to move.


    In a simr state of shock was Aman Ramovich, who stared speechlessly at Charlie, repeatedly telling himself, “This must be a dream! It can’t be real!”


    Gunbir and Julia were also caught in a long moment of disbelief, struggling toprehend the chilling scene before them.


    Amidst the chaos, Charlie reached over and snatched the Beretta pistol from Antonio’s trembling hands. He aimed it at his own head and grinned, saying, “You enjoy pointing guns at others, don’t you?”


    Antonio, terrified to his core, stammered in a panic, “No… no…”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Seeing the turn of events, Aman Ramovich tried to make a discreet exit, but Charlie swiftly trained the gun on his right knee and pulled the trigger without hesitation!<fn63bf> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? fin?novel</fn63bf>


    Bang!


    The sound of the gunshot reverberated through the wine cer as Aman Ramovich copsed, clutching his knee and howling in agony.


    Charlie’s expression remained cold as he addressed Aman, “Mr. Aman Ramovich, if you dare take another step towards the exit, I’ll aim for your Tianling Cap next. Do you think I can’t hit it?”


    Aman Ramovich, terrified, cried out, “I won’t leave, I promise! I won’t go anywhere, Mr. Wade!”


    “Mr. Wade?” Antonio, drenched in sweat, finally snapped back to reality and looked in shock at the crumpled Aman Ramovich. “You… you know him?!”


    Before Aman could respond, Charlie chimed in with a smirk, “He called me Mr. Wade when he saw me. Did you forget?”


    Antonio stammered, “I… I can’t remember clearly…” His mind raced, struggling to piece together the disjointed events.


    With disdain, Charlie replied, “Your intelligence seems quitecking.”


    Then, turning his attention back to Aman Ramovich, he said, “Mr. Aman Ramovich, you’re skilled at using others to do your dirty work, but isn’t it a bit ironic to use the same knife that cuts chickens to y dragons?”


    Aman Ramovich, panicking, protested, “Mr. Wade, I didn’t mean it that way…”


    Charlie waved dismissively, “Let’s not settle scores just yet. I’ll take care of Mr. Zanoter.”


    Looking back at Antonio, he continued with a smile, “You always said your daughter should witness bloodshed. Now she’s seen so much, yet your own blood remains untouched. Don’t you think that’s a little unfair?”


    Julia, regaining herposure, interjected quickly, “No! Please don’t hurt my dad!”


    Charlie fixed his cold gaze on her. “You have no say here! Your father wanted you to witness his violence, and I can just as easily let you watch how I deal with him!”


    Ovee with terror, Antonio’s legs buckled, and he fell to the ground, begging, “Mr. Wade, please spare my life… I promise I won’t disrespect you again…”


    Charlie shed a smile. “Don’t fret; I’m not nning to kill you just yet. I want you to meet someer for a proper discussion.”


    “Thank you, Mr. Wade! Thank you!”


    Antonio felt a wave of relief wash over him upon hearing Charlie’s words, his gratitude spilling forth uncontrobly.


    However, before he could fully rx, Charlie abruptly raised his gun again, and with a resounding bang, a bullet shattered Antonio’s left knee, leaving only torn flesh and skin behind.


    Antonio screamed in agony, clutching his ruined leg, while Charlie, unfazed, remarked coolly, “Just because I won’t kill you today doesn’t mean I won’t let you bleed. Why are you celebrating so soon?”<h3 ss="wp-block-heading has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>