A bunch of thugs approached us. Yes, a bunch of thugs.
But all my family members are totally fine with it. Why? Because it's not the first time it happened.
"Oh, Kaiser. They're your friends. We'll take our leave then since we have enjoyed our day. You can hang out with your friends. Your dad will drive us home," Mom said.
"Alright. Kai, the key."
Then I threw a key to my dad and they ignored the thugs completely. Even though they are here with the obvious intention to harm us.
"Where are—"
One of the thugs tried to shout. But I quickly approached him and shut his mouth.
"Alright, you can leave now. I'll hang out for a while with my "friends" here," I said.
This is a normal situation when we went out together. Well, not something that always happened. But it's something that has happened several times.
Mainly because I have thugs as friends. So my family members are totally fine with seeing them surrounding us.
