Chapter: 5882

After arriving at the familiar Chinatown, Chen Zhaogong's old roast goose shop was indeed still in operation.

Leaf parked his car stably, and Chen Zhaogong had already impatiently opened the car door.

As they walked into the roast goose shop, the store inside was surprisingly quiet, with only one person sitting at a table, Strongzi preparing in the back kitchen. When he heard someone entering, he loudly called out, "Just sit down, I'll be right there!"

After saying that, he took a few seconds to bring out a plate of roast goose from the back kitchen.

Seeing who had arrived was Chen Zhaogong and Leaf, his entire person suddenly froze in shock, muttering in amazement, "Zhang Shoukang, Mr. Ye... how did you two get here?"

Chen Zhaogong's face beamed with a smile, just about to ask him how he was doing, but saw that his face was all bruised and purple, even with a mouth wound that had formed a black scab. He was shocked and asked, "Strongzi, what happened to your face?"

Strongzi subconsciously turned half of his face away, using the opportunity to serve the guests while mumbling, "Nothing, Mr. Zhang... it's just that I learned some tricks from my friends last few days, and accidentally fell off a motorcycle..."

Chen Zhaogong immediately said, "Impossible! Your injuries are not from falling off a motorcycle at all! Look in the mirror and see your panda eyes, which are clearly caused by someone hitting you with their fists. And your mouth wound is not from being slapped hard enough to break your jaw, it's impossible!"

Strongzi hesitated and covered up, saying, "Mr. Zhang... my injuries really... really aren't from being hit..."

As he spoke, he quickly glanced at his watch, seeing that it was already around 9 pm, and hurriedly said, "Hey, Mr. Zhang! You've arrived without warning me, I should go to the airport to pick you up. It's not early now, why don't I first close my shop and bring you and Mr. Ye to find a place to stay?"

"Ah, I'm so sorry, sir! I have some urgent matters to attend to today and need to close up early. I'll pack this meal for you to take away, no charge at all, okay?"

The guest nodded eagerly in agreement, while Uncle Zhong furrowed his brow and asked him, "Strongzi, are you telling me the truth? Have you gotten yourself into some kind of trouble?"

Just as he was speaking, a low rumbling motorcycle engine sound suddenly echoed from outside, growing louder and closer.

Strongzi's expression turned extremely tense, and he hastily said, "Uncle Zhong, Mr. Ye, I need to handle something, please go upstairs and avoid the commotion for now!"

As Strongzi looked anxious, Mr. Ye suddenly became aware of the increasingly loud motorcycle engine noise and realized it was probably heading their way.

Chen Zhaogong immediately sensed that Strongzi had gotten himself into a big mess and shouted loudly, "Strongzi, tell me the truth! What have you done to offend someone?"

Strongzi saw that he couldn't hide this anymore and could only explain, "Uncle Zhong, these people coming are all from a new gang in New York..."

Chen Zhaogong exclaimed, "You're indebted to loan sharks?!"

"No way, Uncle Zhong! They just took over Chinatown two days ago and are now going door-to-door collecting protection fees. It's $3,000 a month, and if you can't pay, they'll beat you up and even smash your store. They're saying they'll wreck everything."

Uncle Zhong raised an eyebrow and asked, "Hasn't Chinatown always been managed by Chinese gangs? How did it suddenly get taken over?"

Strongzi let out a deep sigh and said, "The Chinese gang clashed with them last week and suffered heavy losses. Big Brother has already admitted defeat and handed over Chinatown to them..."

Uncle Zhong took a moment to process this before asking again, "What's the background of this new gang? They're demanding $3,000 a month, which is just too extreme."

Strongzi was filled with indignation and said, "Who says it's not true! We and our neighboring shops are all up early and working hard to earn a living. We have to pay rent, labor costs, and do everything ourselves because we don't have legal status. They want $3,000, which is like making us work for them!"

Uncle Zhong asked again, "What's the background of this new gang?"

Strongzi replied, "The gang's name is Burnganl, also known as the Burning Angels. Most of its members are from Brooklyn and Lower Manhattan, with some African and Latin American minorities. According to rumors, they're backed by Italian people who have gradually retreated into the background, not wanting to get their hands dirty but unwilling to give up this portion of profits, so they've supported a batch of ruthless Africans to form this gang..." JrNovels.com