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 slapped on his cheek, but at this time he could only cry and say to Charlie, “I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't know you knew martial arts. Please let us go, and we will never come here again!”

Charlie frowned and slapped him hard again.

This crisp sound hurt the eardrums of the four people next to him.

After Charlie slapped him for the second time, he asked him with a smile, “Weren’t you very fierce just now? Your pose when you held the gun in your hand was very cool. I saw that you wanted