The leader was already half dead, and he had lost all his ruthlessness at the moment. His face was full of fear and anxiety.

Charlie looked at him and slapped him hard on the face.

The sound of slapping echoed throughout the roast goose shop.

Upon seeing the man's cheek swelling up quickly, Charlie smiled and said, “Are you really thugs? Burning Angel? Who gave you this name? Look at your red and swollen face. Do you have anything to do with angels?”

The man felt great pain after getting sla