The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Charlie’s voice, firm as ice, carried a bone-chilling weight that sent shivers down everyone’s spine. It even sent Todd into a state
of paralyzing fear.
Of course, Todd had no desire to meet an untimely end, and he certainly didn’t want his family to suffer the same fate as the
families of those he had mercilessly taken from. He found himself in a moment of deep regret, pleading with Charlie for a sense
of justice, a decision that would haunt him for the rest of his days.
Tears flowed down his cheeks as he sank to his knees, repeatedly bowing and kowtowing, hands clasped in desperate prayer for
Charlie’s mercy. But Charlie offered no respite.
Observing Todd’s silence, Charlie coldly declared, “Since you can’t make the choice, then I will make it for you.”
He turned to Wesley, who stood nearby and ordered, “Begin with the first task I mentioned earlier, a thorough investigation.
Remember to document every step, capturing it on video. Let him witness firsthand the consequences of treating others in the
manner he has. This man has taken countless lives, and unless he’s prepared to make amends, we’ll see him off once we’ve
dealt with his family.”
Wesley nodded immediately. “You can count on us, Mr. Wade. We’ll handle it.”
Todd, upon hearing this, realized that even if his family faced the same fate, he had no way to escape death himself. Despair
washed over him entirely.
While terrified and dreading his impending demise, he grit his teeth and muttered, “I... I choose the second option.”
In his mind, it was better for one life to be sacrificed than the collective annihilation of his entire family. Todd understood the
distinction between one and many.
Charlie had never intended to end Todd’s life, for he wasn’t Zayne or Xion, blindly loyal to the Banks family. Todd’s choice of the
second option changed Charlie’s perspective. He decided to aid him and, in the process, offer a stark lesson on the price of
betrayal and defiance.
Pointing at the ceiling fan above, Jagoan said to Todd, “I’ll have someone prepare a rope for you. You can take care of the rest.”
With a nod, he signaled to Jordan, who promptly descended the stairs to the kitchen in search of a sturdy nylon rope.

The room was gripped by a chilling silence. No one anticipated that Jagoan would have Todd take his own life right there and
then, turning the event into a gruesome spectacle.
Indeed, Jagoan saw it this way. If Todd was resolved to meet his fate, why not have these ruthless New York gang members
witness it with their own eyes? It was essential to leave an indelible scar on their hearts.
Within moments, Jordan returned with a robust nylon rope and fashioned a noose beneath the ceiling fan. Placing a chair
beneath it, he presented the scene to Todd, saying, “Everything is ready. It’s time for your journey.”
At this point, Todd was entirely limp, lacking the strength to stand. Jagoan ordered several gang members nearby, “You, help him
onto the chair.”
Obediently, the chosen men lifted Todd onto the chair, positioning the noose right before his face.
One of them took the initiative to slip the noose around Todd’s neck. He instinctively recoiled, but the alternative Jagoan had
offered made him abandon any resistance.
The noose was secured around his neck. Jagoan gazed at him and asked, “Will you kick the chair yourself, or someone lend a
hand?”
Todd, knowing he faced an inevitable end, wept and beseeched, “Mr. Jagoan, please, help me...”
Jagoan shook his head, his sarcasm undisguised, and remarked with disdain, “A man like you is unworthy of me ending you with
my own hands.”
Turning his attention to the man who had just spoken to Todd, Jagoan asked calmly, “You must be the second-in-command of
this outlaw gang, am I right?”
The man swiftly nodded, responding with utmost respect and attentiveness, “Greetings, Mr. Jagoan. My name is Angele Blunt,
and I serve as the gang’s second-in-command. Mr. Jagoan, please understand that Todd and I are not the same. He has no
sense of morality or restraint. I’ve subtly tried to counsel him numerous times, but he’s grown increasingly ruthless. I’ve worked
under his leadership, but there’s been no changing him...”
Todd hadn’t expected his second-in-command to betray him at this crucial moment, and he angrily scolded, “Angele, you
ungrateful traitor! Don’t forget, I’ve elevated you to your current position step by step!”

Angele nodded and declared, “Yes, you promoted me, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’ve recklessly taken innocent lives
and violated the gang’s code. The entire gang has had enough of your actions, but you never understood. You should have
anticipated that one day, those you’ve wronged would seek vengeance, even within their own families.”
Jagoan turned to Angele and calmly stated, “From now on, you’re in charge of the outlaws. It’s your responsibility to send Todd
on his way.”
Angele Blunt hesitated for a moment, then respectfully replied, “As you command, Mr. Jagoan.”
Looking at Todd, trembling atop the chair, Angele addressed him calmly, “Todd, may you find peace on your journey. I hope that,
after you pass, God may grant you forgiveness.”
With that, Angele raised his right leg and kicked the chair from under Todd’s feet.
The chair plummeted, and Todd’s body followed suit, hanging helplessly from the rope. The sudden acceleration of gravity
tightened the noose around his neck. Desperately, he grasped at the collar, attempting to free himself, but his struggles only
served to tighten the grip.
Suffocation took hold, and Todd’s awareness waned. He could feel his airway constricting, leaving him unable to breathe. His
body grew hotter and more numb with each passing moment.
Spectators watched in horror as Todd hung right before their eyes. Although they had all witnessed violence before, this method
of execution felt archaic and horrifying.
For several minutes, Todd struggled violently, but his movements gradually weakened. Five minutes later, all that remained was
sporadic muscle twitches, as consciousness slipped away and vital signs ceased.
After a few seconds, even the involuntary twitches ceased. Todd’s lifeless body swayed in the air, a grim spectacle etched into
everyone’s memory.
Jagoan turned to Angele at that moment. “Remove the body and deal with it.”
Angele assured him, “Rest assured, Mr. Jagoan. My team will handle it properly.”
Jagoan nodded and surveyed the room once more. “It’s time. you’re heading to Syria. Prepare for immediate departure. Those of
you continuing in the gang can return to managing the finances. Profits will be handed in weekly and work reports provided every

two weeks. Remember my expectations. Violators will face death, as will those who conceal earnings or enrich themselves and
those who collude with the enemy in secret.”