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?”

squeezing folks for protection money, three grand a month. If you

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

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

caught

the story with this new gang? It’s only been a

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 said and done, you’re only

queried, “Who’s behind this

backed by Italians. The Italians are slowly fading

those wounds on your

with resentment. “They came 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

contacted the police?” Hogan’s tone carried

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