"The world is for the public!" The gate to Chinatown was a massive plaque. As soon as Su Chen saw those words, two names flashed into his mind.
Hongmen, Zhi Gong Hall!
These two names held countless stories. Back then, their headquarters was located right in this famous Chinatown, the very one before Su Chen's eyes.
"Tsk, tsk... how does this feel just like being back home?" Chen Fei looked around and saw that the vast majority of faces were Asian. From time to time, he could even hear snippets of Cantonese and Hakka.
"You're not wrong about that," Su Chen said with a smile.
"You have to understand, San Francisco's total population is only about eight hundred thousand, and people of Chinese descent make up twenty-one percent of that. That means about one in every five people you meet is one of our own."
