The Charismatic Charlie Wade - Season 8 Episode 14

After Jones kept quiet, Don Albert dragged the third guy who had volunteered and asked, “Master Wade, what about this one?”

“Sean Webb is a butt bandit.”

Don Albert nodded. He relaxed his hand and started carving the six words on the man’s face.

Then, it was the fourth guy’s turn.

“Master Wade, this time, it’s seven words.”

“Hmm… ‘Donald Webb is pathetically weak in bed.’”

Don Albert couldn’t help but chuckle and said, “Master Wade, why can’t we be more direct? Just say he is impotent or has erectile dysfunction.”

Charlie waved his hand. “It’s very sensitive, we can’t speak of it so directly, the girls will blush when they see it.”

Very quickly, Don Albert was done with his artwork.

The last one left was Jones.

Jones stared in fear at his brothers and their bloody faces.

He was a very proud and arrogant man. His unfathomable strength and power made him think that he was the strongest guy in the world and it slowly became his facade.

However, he dared not blurt a word at this moment, otherwise, Charlie might be serious about carving the poem on his face!

He couldn’t even stand it if it was the ‘roses are red’ poem!

Hence, he quietly shed tears and waited for the moment when his dignity would be ruined. The only wish he had right now was that Charlie didn’t come out with a vulgar idea of the word selection.

Unfortunately, he didn’t understand Charlie.

Charlie preferred to play it rough at a moment like this.

With the bloody knife in his hand, Don Albert pointed at the extremely pale Jones and asked, “Master Wade, what should I carve on this bastard’s face?”

Charlie took a moment to ponder and said, “Eight words, right? Better make it casual and down to earth.”

Then, Charlie tapped his chin and said, “Okay, carve this, ‘My Awesome Shit is Exclusively For Sean Webb’.”

Jones’s face was as pale as snow upon hearing it.

Don Albert hurriedly said, “But, Master Wade, the shit-eating guy is Kian Webb, not Sean.”

Charlie waved his hand indifferently. “Argh, it’s just the same, he’s going to show it to Donald and Sean anyway, it’s better to carve Sean.”

“Alright!” Don Albert nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll carve it right now in bigger fonts and deeper cuts!”

Jones cried at the sight of the bloody knife and asked, “Don Albert, Don Albert! May I ask you for a favor?”

Don Albert growled impatiently, “Argh! What’s with the nonsense again?”

“Please, Don Albert, could you please change knives? You’ve used it since Mr. Lloyd, Lloyd and four other guys now. You didn’t sterilize it, what if one of them has AIDS or something? We’ll all be infected…”

The four men trembled with fright at Jones’s remark.

One of them blurted, “Do you have AIDS?!”

“No!” The other three shook their heads quickly.