The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Chapter 5534

Upon receiving Hogan’s command, Jordan bolted out in haste.

Chinatown, a maze of complexity confined to a single thoroughfare, fostered an intimacy among its denizens. A bustling street, it drew Chinese souls in droves. Here, bonds mimicked those of street-side neighbors. Despite a sprinkling of unscrupulous characters, the collective ethos leaned toward assistance and solidarity.

In the early days, newly-arrived Chinese immigrants in the States sought strength in numbers, forming close-knit groups for survival. Over time, as society evolved, so did the divisions, and the occasional alliance for mutual protection transformed into a vocation. Thus, the Chinese gang took shape.

Bloom Gang’s history told a different tale. From its inception, it was not a marauding crew preying on the weak.

Contrary to their Chinese counterparts, American gangs, largely birthed during Prohibition, thrived on anti-government ventures. They bore a century-long grudge, a doctrine that flouted authority. Huabang, on the other hand, collected protection dues in Chinatown akin to an unofficial community fee, reasonable and obliging, attending every household’s call.

Yet, the Burning Angel, collectors of protection dues, were veritable brigands. They craved only lucre, your life was spared if they got their fill. Deny them and a blade or bullet would speak.

Minutes later, Jordan returned with a middle-aged man in tow, a man of about forty.

As soon as the man crossed the threshold and beheld Hogan, he exclaimed with zeal, “Brother Hogan, you’ve returned!”

This was Casey Vigo, the overseer of the Chinese gang in New York’s Chinatown.

Spotting the thick bandage around Casey’s neck, Hogan swiftly inquired, “Vigo, what happened to your neck?”

Casey sighed, “Long story short, caught a bullet coming home. Grazed my neck. If I’d been a hair off, I’d be reporting to the Jagoan of Hell.”

in the

pressed, “Jordan didn’t fill

was urgent,” Vigo

collect ‘dues’ from Jordan, but Mr. Jagoan here gave

introduced, “Mr. Jagoan, this is Casey

stared in astonishment. Jagoan could scarcely believe that this vicious Burning Angel bunch had been reduced to such a state

the introduction. Mr. Jagoan here also wished to

it was no small feat to have inflicted such a pounding on these five. He promptly approached Jagoan with respect. “Hello, Mr. Jagoan. I’m

members are in the Bloom

but now, barring the wounded and the

a hundred, how’d you let these five ruffians

“Mr. Jagoan… These five belong to the Burning Angels.

cold, “Have you ever heard of a gang brawl with

a rueful expression, Vigo said, “Mr. Jagoan, you don’t understand… They’re ruthless. Openly or covertly, they’ve taken out key members of our

on, “How many of yours

on local titans like them. We have no wish

“What about the ethnic minority gangs? Koreans, Vietnamese, Algerians, are they being crushed by the Burning

Jagoan’s unyielding gaze, hesitating. “I haven’t heard of any

at the five, Jagoan turned to Vigo, “Then, have you ever wondered?

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