America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 132 - 118 Youth Education_3

Chapter 132: Chapter 118 Youth Education_3

"I’ve heard some stuff; it seems those drifters often mention you."

A girl with twin ponytails said timidly, "Are all drifters like you guys? You must be gang members."

Allen Zhang looked at her young age, full of naive stupidity, not yet as mentally mature as David and Gate, and asked, "How old are you? And why are you hanging out with these people?"

"14 years old. I hang out with them ’cause they’re cool," the girl replied.

Allen Zhang was somewhat speechless, "Can ’cool’ fill your stomach? Is there something wrong with your brain? What do you think the streets are? Playing house? Come and go as you please?"

The educational environment is like dog shit.

Acting like you’ve never been whipped by Black.

When I was 14, if I dared to ride around with other punks on motorcycles, I might have ended up pregnant without even knowing who the father was; my legs would have been broken by my parents!

That’s the so-called Land of the Free.

"You guys like watching people fight? Bullying the homeless? Fine, you have twelve people, but this money can only spare ten of your lives! You need to decide through fighting! The winners live and leave here; the losers get a bullet from me!"

Allen Zhang pulled the trigger, firing into the sky. They all shuddered in fear.

"If you survive tonight and still think about running around the streets, very good! Next time we meet, I’ll have you tied up here, thrown into a mixer to be ground up, and then buried alive!"

"Now, start fighting!!"

Allen Zhang sat back with his legs crossed, signaling for them to begin brawling.

Sieg watched the stunned teens and fired a warning shot again.

Everyone froze in fear, looking at each other, but besides the leader who kept punching a fat guy, no one else dared to fight.

"I don’t want to fight. I was wrong, I’ll never hang out like this again, I want out!"

A boy with freckles immediately broke down in tears.

Allen Zhang laughed, "Aside from those two still fighting, the rest of you go stand aside and wait for the officer to come for investigation! As long as you don’t talk nonsense, I guarantee you won’t end up in jail."

...

That sentence immediately relieved everyone.

And it also made Richie, the leader of the Biker Gang, who was beating up the fat boy, lose his rage.

Glaring, he shouted, "Fxxk you!! Are you playing a trick on me?"

Allen Zhang walked over with a grin hiding malice, slapped him so hard he fell to the ground, dazed and bloody-nosed, losing two teeth.

"Who the hell are you talking to? Watch your language! You little fucker."

"You really are daddy’s little precious, huh? Do you think once you’re out the door everyone’s going to spoil you?"

Always these elegant cultural gems.

Allen Zhang reached back, "Knife!"

He drew a knife under the horrified gaze of the boy, placed it against his throat, drawing blood, "Having fun on the streets, are you?"

"Not fun, please let me go," the white kid immediately pissed himself in fear.

"Now you know what fear is? What were you doing before? Don’t you know rich people really like those like you?"

Allen Zhang threatened, "Your cerebrospinal fluid, bone marrow, heart, Adrenaline Red – they’re all worth a lot!!"

The boy burst into tears.

Facing pure terror.

Allen Zhang felt bored, these kids were not as well-disciplined as Black.

At least when Black sees a gun pointed at him, if you tell him to go east, he wouldn’t dare go west.

Unlike these kids, who only cry, thinking they’re tough.

Soon enough, someone rode over on a motorcycle, Steam Cat, pale-faced with fury, got off, and without a word drew his gun.

The white kid was frightened stupid, wetting himself on the spot.

"Fxxk you!! You’re not dead yet!!" Steam Cat mocked, "You think I don’t know about you sleeping with my girlfriend?"

"Hey! Put that gun down!" Sieg intervened with a warning.

"You really dare to bring a gun, huh!"

Allen Zhang was surprised by the opponent’s decisiveness and ruthlessness, and seeing the other teenagers scared to the point of pissing themselves, "What was once a peaceful suburb turned into a farm breeding ground."

"I’m going to turn myself in!!" Steam Cat roared. Like a madman, he disengaged the safety and pulled the trigger.

Bang! A shot rang out.

Sieg rushed over and disarmed him, delivering an elbow strike that turned his vision dark; the gun dropped out of his hand and he was pinned to the ground.

Richie picked up the gun and checked it, finding it was loaded with rubber bullets.

But the white kid had been scared paralyzed, clutching his chest and wailing, "Help me! I’m dying!!"

"If you really killed someone, I assure you, you’ll never see daylight again!!"

But clearly, the kid didn’t have the guts to actually kill his girlfriend.

After a couple of rounds of memory-inducing slaps, he confessed that he didn’t have the courage to commit murder in the city, he only wanted to try to intimidate the white kid here, and even that he couldn’t fully accomplish.

The youth of today, each crazier than the last.

"Pack this kid off to jail, keep him from talking nonsense, or next time, the bullets won’t be fake!" Allen Zhang put on his sunglasses, got in the car, and drove away from the crime scene, making sure to clean up all traces of the bullets.

Sieg took out his phone and informed Officer Mig, who also took juvenile crime seriously, immediately sent colleagues on duty to come investigate, and notified the parents of the Biker Gang members.

Nothing that a good beating from mom and dad can’t solve. If it can’t, it means the beating wasn’t hard enough!

If they are still obstinate, then let Lawyer Dave take the stage!

Then, even if you want to cry, it will be hard.

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