"After all, isn't this what you taught us? Jack, we have weapons now, and no one can bully us anymore."
Upon hearing the child's words, Sun Jack's tone became grave. "I taught you self-defense! Did I teach you to take over turf? What do you plan to do next, start a gang name? Dominate Metropolis?"
At these words, the Afro-haired black girl quietly covered the tattoo of a 'good kid' on her neck with her hand.
"Why not? It's clearly the optimal solution according to AI calculations," the girl with heterochromia said with confusion on her face.
Wandering in the drizzle, Sun Jack replied, "Why not? I'll tell you why not! Because it leads to death, death in the family!!"
Sun Jack pointed at the automatic cannon on the wall. "Look at this firepower! Tell me! How many people died over this piece of turf you took over?"
"Nineteen."
At this number, Sun Jack felt as if his heart was suddenly pierced by a needle.
