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"Chicken, bro! Weren’t you supposed to be off at some fancy tech school? How the hell did you end up looking like this—half man, half zombie? I almost didn’t recognize you!" Shawn Young snapped out of his excitement, eyeing his childhood buddy, next-door neighbor for over a decade, and classmate from grade school all the way through high school—good ol’ Chicken!
"Man, don’t even get me started! Just thinking about that damn school makes me wanna punch a wall. That so-called tech college? Straight-up scam. All about the money! They said tuition was fifteen grand, then jacked it up to seventeen when I showed up. Whatever, I figured if I learned software I’d score a good job. The teachers kept hyping me up—told me smart kids like me would be big shots someday, all that crap.
Turns out those teachers were just street hustlers. Every damn day, it was tear down computers, put 'em back together, rinse and repeat. When it came to real lessons, I was totally lost. You know my family’s dirt poor—worse off than yours. They scraped up every last dime, borrowed from relatives, just so I could go to school, hoping I’d learn something and not starve. Now graduation’s around the corner and I still don’t know squat. The teachers won’t even help me find a job. I just drift around, too ashamed to go home, no clue how to face my folks!" Chicken grabbed Shawn’s arm, pouring out his misery, all fired up.
"Damn, so what happened? How’d you end up back here? How long you been home, man?" Shawn Young fired off his questions, sounding genuinely worried.
Chicken let out a long, defeated sigh. "Bro, I wasted two years at that dump and learned jack. Tried to get work, but nobody wants a skinny loser with no skills. I was basically useless—almost ended up begging on the street. Wandered the city until I ran outta options, sold my blood for bus fare just to get home. Been back in Clearview City for over a month, but I’m too embarrassed to show my face—my family doesn’t even know I’m here. Then the Tiger Mafia started recruiting, so I figured, screw it, I’ll be a part-time thug. Now I’m the lowest rung, but at least I’ve got a boss and the gang’s name—lets me swagger around Clearview City. I barely make any cash, but I ain’t starving. Sometimes my boss treats me to good eats, a night at the casino, even lets me bang some of the girls for free—"
"Wait, part-time gangster? Bro, getting in’s easy—getting out’s a bitch!" Shawn Young rubbed his temples, looking seriously worried. He couldn’t believe that after just two years away at college in Southport City, Clearview City had flipped so hard. The Tiger Mafia was everywhere, and now even his old buddy Chicken was tangled up in it. Man, life really is one messed-up soap opera.
"Yo, Smoke—Chicken always called you that, right? Why’re you back now? School’s not even out yet, is it?" Chicken asked, squinting at him suspiciously.
"Dude, I was just about to ask you! You seriously don’t know this is Joanna Gong’s place? She was our classmate, man! So why you hanging around her house, getting mixed up in all this?" Shawn Young shot Chicken a worried look.
Chicken ran a hand through his messy red hair, looking sheepish. "Of course I know this is Joanna Gong’s house. She’s our old classmate—hell, every guy in our class had a crush on her! But that’s ancient history, bro. All water under the bridge, you feel me?"
"Man, you’re screwing over your old friends—and me! You know what? Joanna Gong’s my girlfriend now!" Shawn Young glared at Chicken, frustrated and protective.
Chicken’s eyes went wide. "Wait—bro, you for real? You actually hooked up with Joanna Gong?"
"Dude, when have I ever bullshitted you?" Shawn Young fired back.
Chicken let out a long sigh. "Bro, you don’t get it—Clearview City’s totally run by the Tiger Mafia now. If the Gong Family didn’t owe Goldtooth, our boss, a mountain of loan shark cash, I’d be stoked for you and Joanna Gong. But right now, you and me? We’re small fry. There’s no way we can help her—the debt’s way too big. I wanted to help, but when I saw how much her dad owes, I knew I could die trying and it wouldn’t change a thing. Plus, I’m in the Tiger Mafia now. Once you’re in, you can’t just walk away! Today I was just splashing paint on their door—at least I didn’t go upstairs to mess with her family like the other guys. As your bro, I’m telling you: stay outta this mess! Don’t go looking for trouble!"
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Shawn Young jumped in, "Wait—so Joanna Gong and her family are still upstairs?"
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Chicken shook his head. "Joanna Gong’s not up there, man. I got no clue where she went. Only her sick mom’s upstairs."
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"What about her dad?" Shawn pressed.
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Chicken sighed. "Her dad’s not even in China! He racked up a monster loan at a casino in Myanmar—Goldtooth and some Hong Kong boss run the joint. Now he’s stuck there, and Goldtooth wants the Gong Family to sell everything—house, shop, whatever’s got value—to pay it off. It’s a mess, bro. Her dad’s gambling screwed everything up. If you wanna blame someone, blame him—or blame Joanna Gong’s shitty luck for getting dragged into this."
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"Damn! Chicken, just tell me—how much does Joanna Gong’s dad owe Goldtooth?" Shawn demanded.
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Chicken scratched his head, thinking. "With interest, it’s over three mil. The Gong Family sold their house, land, and savings—paid back two mil, but they still owe more than a million. Now they’ve got nothing left except this old family home, and Joanna Gong’s mom refuses to sell. The guys are upstairs right now trying to scare her into it. Bro, I’m telling you—don’t get mixed up in this shit!"
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Chicken hadn’t even finished when angry shouts erupted upstairs, mixed with a woman’s coughing and sobs. Shawn Young froze, then turned to Chicken, dead serious: "Chicken, get out—now! I’m handling the Gong Family, no matter what!"
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"Huh—what?" Chicken blurted, still stunned. Before he could react, Shawn Young bolted up the stairs, taking them three at a time and landing on the third floor in seconds.
Feedback: Tightened pacing and action. Sharpened slang for American style. Glossary consistent.