The Amazing son in law Chapter 6173

Gunbir exclaimed urgently, “Mr. Wade, they really have the audacity to kill people!” You still…”

Before Gunbir could finish his thought, Arman interjected, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “The young master has asked you to prepare roast goose rice. Get to it quickly! I want to see if your cooking skills are still up to par.”

At that moment, five young Black men, clad in ostentatious hip-hop attire, entered the room.

The leader stood out—tall and slender, draped in a large hoodie that obscured his head and part of his face. With his hands tucked in the front pockets of his hoodie, he gave the impression of being armed.

Upon spotting Gunbir, the man sneered and demanded, “Hey, Mr. Goose from China, are you ready to hand over the cash I asked for? If I don’t see another $3,000 tonight, I’ll make sure you get a few bullets, toss you into the Hudson River, and let your body float back to China!” Gunbir felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. Just as he was about to respond, Charlie, who was already seated at the dinner table, urged him on, saying, “Boss, go prepare my meal. I’m so hungry I could hit someone.”

Gunbir was taken aback, unsure of how to proceed. Arman leaned in and prompted him in a low voice, “Hurry up!”

Resolutely, Gunbir clenched his teeth and replied, “Alright… I’ll get started right away…”

With that, he turned and headed into the back kitchen.

Seeing Gunbir leave, the leader of the group shot a disdainful glance at Charlie, curling his lips in a sneer. “Looks like we’ve got some new business to attend to here,” he remarked, before sprawling himself across the table in front of Charlie. “So, Huaxia guy, who gave you the guts to interrupt me while I’m collecting protection money?”

Charlie smiled back, looking at him with amusement. “What’s this? If you’re charging a protection fee, does that mean the guests can’t eat? Don’t you know that the customer is always right?”

The man’s expression shifted, realizing that Charlie might be associated with the restaurant owner. He shot back sharply, “Kid, it seems you’re not aware of the situation. The entire Chinatown—yes, the whole of New York’s Chinatown—is now under the control of our group, the Burning Angels. If you Chinese folks want to keep doing business here, you’ll need to pay the protection fees we demand. Otherwise, I’ll make sure to eliminate you one by one!”

Charlie remained unfazed, raising his eyebrows with a grin. “I’m not one to lose my temper easily, but I absolutely despise being disturbed while I’m eating. So, whether you’re a Burning Angel, a Burning Wild Dog, or a Burning Rat, if you don’t take your leave with your buddies right now, you’ll find out what living a life worse than death feels like.”

“F*ck! Do you think I’m gay?” the man spat as he stepped back. Then he pulled out a 9mm pistol, spinning it on the table before aiming it directly at Charlie’s head. “Boy, it seems like you haven’t had a taste of bullets yet. Want to find out what that’s like?”

Charlie merely raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “I’ve made people consume all sorts of things, immersed others in cages, and even crafted body art, but I’ve never tried feeding bullets to anyone. Since you’ve suggested this intriguing idea, let’s see it through.” He glanced at the gun casually and continued, “This beauty of yours must take nine-millimeter bullets, right? I believe the magazine holds thirteen rounds when full. With that many bullets, I’m curious—do you prefer to chew them or swallow them?”