“Not yet,” Hogan replied, his urgency evident in his tone. “This time, I was in a rush. I didn’t inform him because I was worried that if I couldn’t make it, it would be worse to get his hopes up.”

Charlie grinned, “In that case, there’s no need to give him a call. Let’s just show up and surprise him.”

“Alright!” Hogan readily agreed, his anticipation written all over his face.

He couldn’t help but confide in Charlie, “Young Master, I won’t keep anything from you. Jordan, I’ve always considered him my own. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him and I miss him dearly.”

Charlie nodded in understanding.

Life in the United States had been harsh for Hogan. It had seen slight improvement over the past few years, especially with Bella by his side, providing some comfort. However, after Bella’s departure, he eked out a living running a roast goose shop, while constantly looking over his shoulder due to his illegal immigrant status. His life was a mix of misery and despair.

To him, Jordan was more than an adopted child or a companion, he was a lifeline.

After leaving the airport, Jagoan rented a modest Chevrolet and set off for Chinatown with Hogan.

Jagoan hadn’t made any prior arrangements upon arriving in the U.S. He hadn’t even informed Michaela. Keeping a low profile not only ensured safety but also facilitated the search for hidden market clues.

into the familiar Chinatown, Hogan’s roast goose restaurant was still

Hogan couldn’t

into the roast goose shop, they found it strangely empty. There was only one person seated at a dining table, while Jordan worked away

he called out, “Sit wherever you

seconds later, he emerged from the kitchen, a plate of roast goose rice in

Hogan and Jagoan, he was momentarily taken aback and murmured in surprise, “Uncle Hogan,

smile on his face, was about to greet him when he noticed Jordan’s face marred by bruises and purple

“Jordan, what happened to your

the guests and hesitantly said, “It’s fine, Uncle Hogan… I was just trying to show off on

those cuts at the corners of your mouth… Even if I were to hit you hard, it wouldn’t cause those kinds

shifted uncomfortably, “Uncle Hogan… My injuries are really… not from

the clock

added, “Oh, the time. Uncle, why didn’t you let me know you were coming? I could’ve picked you up from the airport. It’s getting late

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