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?”

clarify, “No, Uncle Hogan! They’ve just laid claim to Chinatown two days past. Now they’re squeezing folks for protection money, three grand a

brows, Hogan inquired, “Hasn’t Chinatown always been run by Chinese syndicates? The fee’s been a mere three hundred a month for the past few years. Why this

a fierce showdown and heavy losses. Big Vigo has thrown in the towel and

revelation caught

further, “What’s the story with this new gang? It’s only been a month since they’ve started yapping about three grand. Sounds rather

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

behind this

downtown. Word is, they’re backed by Italians. The Italians are slowly fading into the background, pulling the strings but keeping out of the fray. They’d rather let these ruthless

wounds on

“They came to collect their ‘protection’ money. I couldn’t cough up the sum, so they beat me down. They’ve given

you contacted the police?” Hogan’s tone carried a mix of anger and

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