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?”

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 your

Chinatown always been run by Chinese syndicates? The fee’s been a

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

caught Hogan off

gang? It’s only been a month

working under the table since we lack legal status to foot the bills. You’re overseeing it all and after all’s said and done,

queried, “Who’s behind

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 African-Americans run the

they inflict those wounds on your face?” Hogan

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

Hogan’s tone carried a mix of

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