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His brother. And now his beloved mother. Just like that, the year-old was alone. As far as social services knew, he was being taken care of by his half-sisters — but they were living elsewhere, lost in a haze of drugs. Willis would come back from school to an empty house and struggle to survive. It was the winter of , and with no money for heat and no one to care for him, Willis slept under blankets in a chair in the kitchen, warmed by the open oven as his breath fogged in the frigid air. He made sure no one would fuck with him either.

He threw himself into weightlifting — and steroids. But he fit right in with his boyhood crew. Welty helped Willis cash in on his size by getting him a job as a bouncer at a club, where the teens lied about their ages in order to work. Breaking up bar fights was a good way to get out his aggressions. Sundays were Asian nights at the bar, and Willis was impressed by all the sharp-dressed young guys with spiky hair and brick-sized cell phones, along with their fashionable girlfriends.

For all they knew, Willis had attacked their buddy. But just as they were about to retaliate against Willis, the man barked at them in Chinese. A few days later, Willis was down to his last 76 cents, having spent his meager earnings on food. He trudged through the snow to the home of his half-sister. But she refused to answer the bell, and slipped a piece of paper under the door telling him he to go away.

Five minutes later, two BMWs pulled up with young Asian guys in stylish suits with spiky haircuts inside. With nothing to lose, Willis got inside, and they took him to a big house in South Boston. The many rooms inside overflowed like an Asian gangster frat full of young toughs and their girlfriends. They gave him a plate of hot noodles. When they saw him struggling to eat with chopsticks, the gang members handed him a fork.

It was warm in the house and the crew was treating him like family. He needed a home, even if it was just for one night. Sky Dragon had deep and storied roots. Ping On provided protection for local merchants, who let them eat and drink for free in exchange.

Tse ran his prostitution and loan-sharking rackets out of a Chinese restaurant he managed in town as a front. But they also stood by their own. When Sky Dragon was called before a presidential commission on Asian organized crime, he refused to testify — and was jailed for not cooperating. But even with him behind bars, Ping On continued to reign.

Though Willis had just met John Joe a few days before, he embraced the transformation. When they told him they wanted him to go learn the ropes in New York City, where Ping On had a network of connections, Willis happily ditched high school and hit the road. The area bustled with Asians crowding the markets, narrow noodle shops and neon bars. Though his big size had made him a confident, cocky kid, he now felt ostracized, like the runt pledge of an alien gang.

When they went out on the town, Willis would just quietly nurse his Coke as the other guys drank and sang Chinese karaoke and flirted with the waitresses. Then a few weeks later, in a foul-smelling Chinatown pig slaughterhouse, Willis got handed a gun for the first time as he trained on shooting homemade targets.

He was a decent shot, and the grip of the pistol in his hands felt empowering.

Respected and feared, the Laus were part of Hung Mun, a gang faction that ran nightclubs, drugs and robberies in New York and was in good relations with Ping On at the time. Armed with a. But the moment Willis climbed the steps inside, he heard a deafening boom as a bullet rushed by, leaving a smoldering hole in the wall behind him. He fled down the stairs outside, shooting behind him wildly as he ran. For his subsequent heists, he learned to wait outside until a guy delivering money in a suitcase approached the target — then attack. Late at night while the other gang members slept, he carefully transcribed Chinese characters onto notecards, which he carried with him and studied throughout the day — at the Laundromat, on the crowded street corners, at the noodle shops.

As he began learning how to speak with the others, he adopted the principles of Asian culture too. One night, he finally mustered the courage to take the microphone at the Karaoke bar, and impressed his brothers by belting out his favorite Chinese pop song, which he had learned on his Walkman by heart. By , after nearly two years of ingratiating himself in New York, Bac Guai John, now a respected member of the gang, was called back to Boston.

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But he would not be going back empty-handed. Before he hit the road, Jackie Lau took him for his first visit to a Buddhist temple. Willis prayed for safety. On the drive back, Willis fell asleep at the wheel, and the car careened off the interstate into a wall. Willis came to several feet away from the car, which had flipped upside down.

He stumbled back to find his friend inside, bruised but safe. Remarkably, he was unscathed too. Though the Buddha around his neck was gone, it seemed to have done its job. With the coke intact. W hen Willis returned to Dorchester, his friends marveled at his bizarre transformation from Southie to Asian gangster. During a neighborhood basketball game in Dorchester, they were shocked to hear him speak Chinese on his cell.

He speaks Chinese? After being in New York, Boston seemed different to Willis, too — smaller, and, in Chinatown, less organized. A short, middle-aged Vietnamese-born Chinese man who walked with a limp, Ming ran the Hoi Ping Association, a gambling den in the heart of Chinatown. He needed a bodyguard and someone to enforce the bad debts.

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On the recommendation of the Laus in New York, he got just the man: Willis. Eager to prove himself with the gang in Boston, Willis devoted himself to being a reliable and hardworking enforcer. Willis already knew how to fight from all his street brawls, and had taken karate classes as a kid. He was astutely observing how the kingpin ran his business.

As a kid in Dorchester, Willis had been used to explosively settling conflicts with his fists.


Willis was feeling more confident in the Asian world, less a stranger in a strange land than a powerful young player ready to stake out his claim. One day, when he went to the hospital with John Joe to see one of their brothers who had gotten his eye knocked out of his socket by a rival gang member, Willis was shocked that no one was taking charge.

The others were taken aback by his forthrightness, but agreed. Six members of a rival San Francisco Triad had been executed in town, after the Boston crew heard they were making a move for local control. When one of the gangsters pointed the gun at Willis and pulled the trigger, however, the gun jammed. Willis feared Ming might be the next target, and he was right.

As they were leaving a wedding one night, the police apprehended a sniper on the roof of a nearby building, taking aim at Ming, who escaped unharmed. But Willis was becoming more accepting of the worst possible fate. To protect his boss, he began roughing up rivals, and ensuring payback from debtors who owed Ming cash. Willis was convicted and jailed for extortion and then, in , got five years for dealing heroin, serving at Concord state prison in Massachusetts.

But the time away only made him more determined. You network.

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S hortly after he got of jail in , Willis double-parked his Mercedes CL outside the Club for a night on the town. Dressed in a black suit and chatting up the bouncers, he was waiting for some buddies when a Vietnamese kid ran up to him, asking if he could get his group into the bar. Willis told the bouncer to let them in, and quickly sidled up to her in the back of the bar. Just then a fight broke out and Willis began barking out in Chinese, much to her surprise.

Her name was Anh Nguyen. Born in Vietnam, she had emigrated to Boston when she was 10, and had recently had a baby girl, Mai Lin, but was no longer in touch with the father. Unable to raise the daughter on her own, she had sent Mai Lin back to Vietnam to be raised by family friends. Soon she and Willis began dating, going to Hot Pot restaurants and Bruin games.

He fell hard for Nguyen, who was more interested in him as a person than his status in Chinatown. Nguyen appreciated his deep understanding of Asian culture. But after dating for a few months, Nguyen confronted Willis one day outside the nail salon where she worked.

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Nguyen had heard rumors of his life in organized crime, and had seen him come back with bloody cuts on his hands. Can the hero save the bludgeoning business, from the deep pocketed competition, the flamboyant and ever talented Jon Acadou? The book is full of odd situations and wild humor. I hope you This is the sequel to "The Supermarket Guy". I hope you all enjoy.