Chapter 13
The police arrived quickly.
The group of people in black clothes and black pants ran away just as fast. The one in the lead, Gold Chain, spat out a vicious threat: “You little brat, just you wait!”
The disheveled boy slowly got to his feet.
“Are you alright, young man?” The policewoman came over with concern and helped him up.
He shook his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
“So young, how did you get mixed up with people like that?”
The boy remained silent and stubborn, his long, narrow black eyes looking over, cold and distant.
He was trying to figure out whether what I just said to those people-“How much does he owe? I’ll pay it for him”-was just something I blurted out in the heat of the moment, or if…
“I meant it.”
I met his gaze.