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.”

to the five wretched figures in the corner. “Hogan, what in the world happened? What’s

didn’t fill

it was urgent,” Vigo replied, “But didn’t

came to collect ‘dues’ from Jordan, but Mr. Jagoan here gave them a different

“Mr. Jagoan, this is Casey

Angel bunch had been reduced to such a

allow me to make the introduction. Mr.

Vigo snapped back to reality. Unfamiliar with Jagoan’s identity, he surmised it was no small feat to have inflicted such a pounding on these five. He promptly approached

many members are in the

replied, “Nearly a hundred once, but now, barring

how’d you let

him, confessed, “Mr. Jagoan… These five belong to the Burning Angels. Behind them are Italians. They command over a dozen

ever heard of a gang brawl with thousands involved

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

many of yours have

local titans like them. We have no wish for confrontation

minority gangs? Koreans, Vietnamese, Algerians, are they being crushed by the

unyielding gaze, hesitating. “I haven’t heard of any clashes with

Vigo, “Then, have you ever wondered? Why do these men steer clear

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