Logue town East Street.
Roya walked down the center of the street, attracting the attention of many residents. Strangely, the people around him didn't look at him with awe, but so even showed disgust.
This was because it was the territory of the Bartoloo Club, the largest gang in Logue town, a lawless zone where even the Marines couldn't easily set foot.
Rather than the incompetent Marines, the people here were more willing to trust the Bartoloo Club. Although they had to pay protection fees, the Bartoloo Club would also protect them.
"Yo, a strange face!"
Two Energetic Young n in flashy clothes stopped Roya, squinting and clicking their tongues with a face full of roguishness, trying to make themselves look more terrifying.
"Marines, you're not welco here!"
"..."
Roya sized up the two.
They were very young, sixteen or seventeen at most.
Tattoos, perd hair, nose rings, and clothes that were cut haphazardly—it was a total retro Shamate [a Chinese subculture characterized by flamboyant and often outlandish fashion], giving him a sense of nostalgia.
According to Branch intelligence, the mbers of the Bartoloo Club were basically all Shamate Energetic Young n like these, and their average age was under 20.
In the underground world, where seniority was taken very seriously, it was quite rare for such a young group to beco so big and strong.
Roya raised the Gift Box in his hand and explained with a smile, "Hey, sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for Rice Cake Granny's place. Could you point in the right direction?"
According to the intelligence gathered by the Branch, several core mbers of the Bartoloo Club, including Bartoloo, were orphans.
Rice Cake Granny took them in and raised them. For all mbers of the Bartoloo Club, what Granny said was the Bible they had to obey.
"Visiting Rice Cake Granny?"
The two Thugs looked at each other, stunned for a while, and then imdiately scratched their heads, their faces beaming with joy.
"Oh, you should have said so earlier!"
"Co, co, Rice Cake Granny lives in the Countryside outside the Town."
"Let tell you, Granny is very strict. You have to be obedient when you see her later, understand?"
The two chattered, happily leading the way for Roya.
Since he was here to visit Granny, and judging by the looks of it, he even brought a valuable gift, they should of course treat him warmly.
They couldn't let the Marine Little kids look down on the Bartoloo Club!
"Huh???"
Roya followed, a little confused.
Normally, they should be wary of him at this ti, right? He was ready to get tough, but why were these two Energetic Young n so enthusiastic?
Was it a trap?!
Soon, Roya followed the two to Rice Cake Granny's house and saw Rice Cake Granny sitting in the yard, sleeping in the sun.
The two happily bid farewell to Roya.
"Great, Granny's ho."
"Marine Little kids, we'll go back first!"
"Wish you a pleasant ti with Granny!"
Looking at the two, who seed to have done a good deed and were happily skipping away, Roya's face was full of black lines.
Okay, he was overthinking it.
He couldn't treat these brainless idiots as normal Humans.
Roya walked into the yard, gently placed the gift next to Rice Cake Granny, and then patiently waited for her to wake up.
It took two full hours for Rice Cake Granny to wake up. Seeing Roya next to her, a smile appeared on her wrinkled face.
"Is that Bartoloo? Why didn't Gambia co back with you?"
"Rice Cake Granny, I'm Roya, the commander of the Logue Town Marine Branch."
Roya introduced himself with a smile. He wouldn't put on airs in front of an old woman with white hair.
"Oh, not Barto."
Rice Cake Granny felt around her body, found her Reading Glasses, and put them on, finally seeing Roya's face clearly.
Very cute.
Roya moved a small stool and sat opposite Rice Cake Granny, trying to explain his purpose in a gentle tone: "Granny, I want to talk to you about what's going to happen to those boys."
"Did Barto and them do sothing bad?"
Rice Cake Granny was a little nervous.
"It's not that serious."
Roya shook his head.
Before coming, he had specifically checked the information collected by the Branch. Although the Bartoloo Club was the largest Gang in Logue town, they hadn't done anything too outrageous.
The mbers of the Bartoloo Club were mostly Young People, and the vast majority were orphans. Bartoloo brought them together and gradually grew into the strongest force in Logue town.
Their only source of inco was:
Collecting protection fees.
Besides that, they engaged in the most common petty squabbles among Young People, snatching territory, and occasionally playing gas like Group Street Parade.
In short, including the boss, they were all good-for-nothing Thugs, the type that bit anyone they caught. Among the many Underground Force in Logue town, they could be considered a refreshing existence, affectionately called "a pack of mad dogs" by other Underground Force.
In Roya's opinion, it wasn't that the Bartoloo Club didn't want to increase their inco, but that those guys couldn't think of any other profitable ans besides collecting protection fees.
After all, they really were a bunch of idiots!
Roya really wanted to complain that the entire Bartoloo Club couldn't find a single intellectual. It was truly not easy for them to develop to this point.
But one thing he valued was that the Bartoloo Club had a large number of mbers, as many as four or five hundred, and they were all young.
Recruiting them into the Branch could both eliminate the Bartoloo Club and quickly fill the Branch's troop vacancies.
A double win.
Roya briefly explained the situation of the Bartoloo Club, sighing with a sowhat uncomfortable feeling.
The Bartoloo Club was able to grow not only because of Bartoloo's strength but also because of the large number of orphans.
The situation in Logue town was still considered good. In those non-affiliated countries that suffered from bullying, the number of orphans would only be greater.
"Rice Cake Granny, those boys' lives have just begun, and they still have a chance to turn over a new leaf. If they can be disciplined, they may well beco useful people to society in the future."
Roya sincerely requested: "I hope, Granny, you can let those boys join the Marines. I will be responsible for guiding and supervising them!"
"This..."
Rice Cake Granny hesitated. She didn't want to interfere with the children's future, but she didn't want them to beco bad people even more.
"I'll call Barto and talk to him about it. Whether the boys are willing or not is up to him."
"Thank you."
Roya nodded with a smile.
That was enough. Surely that Barto wouldn't want to worry or sadden Granny, right?
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Bartoloo Club headquarters, a tavern full of hip-hop flavor, with walls full of spray-painted patterns and other avant-garde art.
All the core mbers of the club were present.
"Boss, that Black Hair Roya invited us to the Marine Branch for a visit, and threatened us that if we don't go, we'll regret it!"
"Heh heh heh, pretty arrogant, huh?"
"Boss, should we go?"
"You idiot, of course we're going!"
Bartoloo grinned, picked up a Lighter, lit the wine in the Wine Glass, and then drank the flaming Wine Glass in one gulp.
"Pa la!"
The Wine Glass shattered into pieces!
"I won't allow anyone in Logue town to be more arrogant than !"
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