Before Mindy could say anything, the dozen or so students at the side couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, don't think that everything will be fine just because your father is here. If you don't hand over that pink wallet today, we'll let you go in school in the future. Let's see if your father can keep coming to class with you."
Wesley couldn't help but look over. What were students doing these days? Bullying?
"What are you looking at? Do you know who my father is?" The leader was a girl in her teens. Her unconventional outfit was very eye-catching.
"Oh, who is your father? Is he really okay with you bullying your classmates in school like this?" Wesley asked curiously.
The non-mainstream girl curled her lips. "My father is someone who controls these few blocks. If you know what's good for you, hand it over quickly. Otherwise, you won't have to come here to school tomorrow."
"Puchi." Wesley laughed happily. Someone actually threatened him, and it was a teenage girl. He really didn't know what she was thinking. But when he thought about it, it was normal. She had a gangster father, which was why she was so unscrupulous. At the same time, this was a school. Most parents would not choose to call the police for the safety of their children. At most, they would transfer schools.
Wesley ignored the non-mainstream girl and turned to Mindy. "Now tell your brother, what do you want to do?"
The non-mainstream girl was unhappy. He actually ignored her, and this person was actually the brother of the little princess and was actually so handsome. She didn't really want to rob him, and she didn't lack pocket money. She just couldn't stand the new arrogant princess and was very jealous of the cute Mindy.
Mindy skipped class for the first day, so today was the first formal class. Hannah dressed her up as a little princess, and Mindy was indeed beautiful and cute. Both teachers and students couldn't help but take a look at her. This made the non-mainstream girl very unhappy, so she blocked the way after school.
A day was enough to understand a lot of things. At noon in the restaurant, Mindy's thick pink wallet attracted a lot of attention. A student's wallet had at least a thousand dollars in it. Her father had never given her so much pocket money.
"Hey, are you ignoring me? Does your family live nearby? Let me tell you, the blocks here are all my father's territory." The non-mainstream girl roared, and the little partner beside her assisted.
Mindy looked at Wesley and then said in an aggrieved voice, "Wesley, can I punch them?"
Wesley looked at Mindy's expression. What a cute sister. He nodded and said, "Of course you can. How can our Mindy be bullied? It's good to teach them a lesson. If Mindy likes it, she can teach them a lesson every day. Remember, you're my sister. No one can bully you."
Mindy was instantly happy to hear Wesley's words.
They were at the entrance of the school and it was time for school to end. Most of the students were chatting at the door. They were waiting for their families to pick them up or preparing to go home together. The argument here attracted everyone's attention, including the parents who came early.
Wesley's handsome face and Mindy's cute princess outfit were very attractive, but now everyone was shocked by Mindy's combat power. It was rare to see a little girl in a princess outfit so violent, or even more so, never seen such a shocking scene before. Did she have to be so violent? It was really too scary. Were children so powerful nowadays?
Mindy was quite excited about the fight. Her face was flushed. She wiped the slight sweat from her forehead and ran happily to Wesley's side. She looked up at Wesley as if waiting for a compliment.
"Good job. We'll continue next time." Wesley handed his bag to Mindy with a smile and then took her little hand. Then, ignoring the dozen guys lying on the ground and wailing, he pulled Mindy to the side of the sports car, opened the passenger door, and let Mindy get in.
As Wesley was about to get into the car himself, there was the sound of tires rubbing against the ground. A dozen cars came around and dozens of big men got out. The leader was a middle-aged man. He was white and had a nasty scar on his face, but his suit was good. He had half a cigar in his mouth and was smoking.
This time, the entrance of the school was very lively. The students and parents immediately got out of the way. However, the parents' attitude towards this school had obviously fallen a lot. What happened here was very obvious, but it was better to listen.
"Kid, were you the one who asked your sister to hit my daughter?" Scarface was dressed very decently, but when he spoke, it was obvious that something was wrong.
"Not bad. Is there a problem?" Wesley didn't get in the car, but leaned against the door, crossed his arms, and asked with a smile.
Scarface laughed sinisterly. "Haha, not bad. You're quite bold. Don't you know who I am?"
Wesley shook his head. "I don't know, and I don't need to know. It doesn't matter who you are. Is your daughter the unconventional girl? Let her transfer schools. It's not suitable for her to continue her studies here. And you'd better disappear immediately."
He didn't take the other party seriously at all. New York is half heaven and half hell. This saying is right. There are indeed many places here that can be said to be a paradise for the rich, but if you don't have money, you can say that it's hell.
Gangs generally shouldn't be so arrogant, but this scar-faced man had appeared so high-profile near a private middle school today. Was he fearless? Wesley was not interested. They must have hit a wall today. In the principle of getting rid of the roots, Wesley pressed the alarm device on his body. In less than ten minutes, SHIELD would have a large number of reinforcements arriving.
He just wanted to get rid of all of them. Otherwise, he wouldn't need support. He could deal with these dozens of gangs himself, but he would need to guard against them in the future. It would be better to send SHIELD directly to arrest them and then dig up their crimes and send them directly to prison.