As tension etched Jordan’s features.

Jagoan, who had maintained a quiet vigil, instantly discerned the growing rumble of a motorcycle engine drawing nearer. It was heading their way.

In that charged moment, Hogan grasped the gravity of Jordan’s potential entanglement.

His voice turned stern as he demanded, “Jordan, lay it bare. Who have you crossed?”

Conceding that the truth could no longer be masked, Jordan, resigned, began, “Uncle Hogan, these folks here belong to a fresh gang making waves in New York…”

Hogan interjected, “Debt collectors, are they?”

“No, Uncle Hogan! They’ve just laid claim to Chinatown two days past. Now they’re squeezing folks for protection money, three grand a month. If you don’t pay up, they rough you up and threaten to ransack

been run by Chinese syndicates? The fee’s been a mere three hundred a month for the past

them last week after a fierce showdown and heavy losses.

caught Hogan

been a month since they’ve started yapping about three grand. Sounds rather fishy, doesn’t

these stores, paying rent and working under the table since we lack legal status to foot the bills. You’re overseeing it

behind this

sprinkling of Latinos from Brooklyn and downtown. Word is, they’re backed by Italians. The Italians are

they inflict those wounds on

Jordan’s voice was edged with resentment. “They came to collect their ‘protection’ money. I couldn’t cough up the sum, so they beat me down.

police?” Hogan’s tone carried

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