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.”

wretched figures in the corner. “Hogan, what

“Jordan didn’t fill

mentioned it was urgent,” Vigo replied,

explained, “These fellows came to collect ‘dues’ from

introduced, “Mr. Jagoan, this is Casey Vigo, head

believe that this vicious Burning Angel bunch had

make the introduction. Mr. Jagoan here also wished

to have inflicted such a pounding on these five. He promptly approached Jagoan with respect. “Hello, Mr. Jagoan. I’m Casey Vigo. Pleasure to meet

inquiring, “How many members are in the

replied, “Nearly a hundred once, but now, barring the wounded and

a hundred, how’d you

the Burning Angels. Behind them are Italians.

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

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

pressed on, “How many of yours have the

We’re a foreign minority gang in New York, can’t take on local titans like them. We have no wish for confrontation and they’ve taken full advantage. Lay a finger

ethnic minority gangs? Koreans, Vietnamese, Algerians, are they

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

Jagoan turned to Vigo, “Then, have you ever wondered? Why do these men steer

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