Charlie settled into his seat, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "You know, I've never actually witnessed a gangster collecting protection money before. This should be quite the spectacle. Jordan, fetch me some of that mouth watering roast goose rice. I intend to savor every bite."
Jordan's voice quickened, "Mr. Wade, these guys are no joke! You really ought to..."
Before he could finish, Hogan interjected, giving Jordan an encouraging pat on the shoulder.
Urgently, he urged, "The Young Master specifically requested your expertise with the roast goose rice. No time to waste, let's see if your culinary prowess has lost its edge."
In walked five young men, their attire exuding a hip-hop swagger mixed with an air of arrogance.
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