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?”

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

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

weariness settling in, “Chinese gangs ceded it to them last week after a fierce showdown and heavy

caught Hogan

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

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

queried, “Who’s behind

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 inflict those wounds on

‘protection’ money. I couldn’t cough up the sum, so they beat

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

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