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?”

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

syndicates? The fee’s been a mere three hundred a month for the past few years. Why

gangs ceded it to them last week after a fierce showdown and heavy losses.

revelation caught

story with this new gang? It’s only been a month since they’ve started yapping about three

since we lack legal status to foot the

behind this new

the name ‘Burning-Angel’. Mostly African-Americans with a sprinkling of Latinos from Brooklyn and downtown. Word is, they’re backed by Italians. The Italians are slowly fading into the background, pulling the strings but keeping out of

those wounds on your face?”

to collect their ‘protection’ money. I couldn’t cough up the sum, so they beat me down. They’ve given me until tonight. If I don’t produce the cash, they’ll ransack

contacted the police?” Hogan’s tone carried a mix

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