Busboy Return

A bigger fish to fry

A few more people got out of the car and stood beside Hector.

"Mr. Robinson, you know these kids well, right? They were under your care just a few days ago. Hey, don't you want to say hello to the former Principal?"

Hector pointed to the kids as if they were objects he had taken out of a display shelf.

"I'm not sure how you've been doing lately, Mr. Robinson."

As if it was a pre-arranged response, the kids echoed the same greeting.

Mr. Robinson's eyebrows twitched and his cold lips parted like a statue, letting out a sigh.

I couldn't tell what kind of kids they were originally, but judging from their current appearance alone, they seemed pretty unruly and disrespectful.

After all, these were kids I was seeing for the first time, so I didn't have much impression of them.

However, I could sense that these unruly kids were currently quite afraid.

Their trembling fingertips and occasional throat-clearing were clearly showing their fears for Mr. Robinson.

Hector, wearing a satisfied expression, turned his gaze to Mr. Robinson.

"It seems you've been educating the kids well. Their learning attitude is excellent. They seem very sincere in their shooting practice. They must have spent thousands of dollars on ammunition alone. Hehehe. Kids! Do you like the equipment?"

"Yes, Sir!"

The kids answered loudly, lifting their clothes to reveal pistols holstered at their waists.

It appeared that different types of pistols had been provided to them based on their preferences.

While this might not seem unusual in the context of the United States, it still felt unfamiliar to me.

One more thing, the unfamiliar aspect was that the fear the kids had shown after their actions seemed to disappear. Perhaps by displaying their guns to people, they believed they were showing how threatening they were. The kids' demeanor appeared even more unruly than before.

Hector couldn't have missed this change in the kids' behavior.

"Now you finally look like proud members of the Bogota Family. You must never forget the pride of being a part of the Bogota Family no matter where you are or when."

"Yes, Sir!"

At this moment, a lean-looking man who had been standing next to Hector stepped forward.

"Danny, you have to seize opportunities when they're presented. Especially when the atmosphere is friendly, you need to be proactive. Remember, when the situation changes, opportunities can turn into crises."

As the man smiled, his sinister eyes and cunning grin gave him a rather sinister appearance.

Observing this, Danny's expression turned contemplative.

While one's appearance might not determine their profession, it certainly seemed to help with success in the chosen occupation.

"Jimmy, what you're calling an opportunity, I call it a threat!"

Mr. Robinson's wrath-filled, deep voice cut through the dark night sky.

"You foolish kids! Haven't you considered that your lives and the lives of those around you might become miserable because of those chunks of metal strapped to your hips?"

His sincere voice had a compelling tone.

"In the end, do you not realize that those guns you're aiming at each other will inevitably lead to tragedy? It's not too late even now. Return to the group home. We always welcome you."