"Damn it... why can't I find anything?!"
Kraft had spent nearly half a month in Hell's Kitchen, but he hadn't found a single scrap of information about Edward Wang. Instead, he'd gotten into plenty of fights with the local gangs.
He'd even gradually made a name for himself, earning the nickname "Iron Hand"-almost everyone who crossed him ended up with all four limbs broken. The lucky ones only lost the use of an arm or a leg.
As a result, the gangs had actually started coming to recruit him...
Some Asians who had entered America illegally, along with others struggling to survive in Hell's Kitchen, also came looking for him after hearing the rumors, hoping to join his crew.
Kraft drove them all away, though. Martin Lee had gone through the same thing back in the day, only to be betrayed several times by those supposed "people of his own." As Martin's adopted son, Kraft had even been abducted and held hostage once.
Although Kraft's hostility toward people of other races had largely developed in Hell's Kitchen, if there was anywhere that could make him treat people of every race equally, it was Hell's Kitchen too.
In this place, even blood relatives couldn't trust one another, let alone people who merely shared the same skin color.
He had considered joining a gang, or gathering a group to establish his own organization, then having them help find his younger self in this time period. But the risks were too great, and Kraft ultimately abandoned the idea.
All this time, Kraft had only been searching privately, without even giving out a specific name. Yet people who caught wind of it had already started trying to scam him with impostors and other tricks. They had even managed to find several little boys who