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?”

to Chinatown two days past. Now they’re squeezing folks for protection

“Hasn’t Chinatown always been run by Chinese syndicates? The fee’s been a mere three hundred a month for the past few

them last week after a fierce showdown and heavy losses. Big Vigo has thrown in the towel and handed Chinatown

caught Hogan

probed further, “What’s the story with this new gang? It’s only been a month since they’ve

voice bristled with frustration. “Who’s denying that! We toil from dawn till dusk in these stores, paying rent and working under the table since we lack legal status to foot the bills. You’re overseeing it all and after all’s

queried, “Who’s behind this new

from Brooklyn and downtown. Word is, they’re backed by Italians. The Italians are slowly fading into the background, pulling the strings but keeping

they inflict those wounds on your face?”

cough up the sum, so they beat me down. They’ve given me until tonight. If I don’t produce the

tone carried a mix

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