Ruer Byron, just another typical elite child.
As a student, he didn't need to strive for those damn credits at school; he neglected his studies, spending his days partying. It wasn't because he was a genius.
It was because he was born lucky.
His father happened to be a congressman in California.
At the moment, his parents were not in Los Angeles, so he used the family home to throw parties.
This was a common tactic among the rich kids who were not that rich.
In addition to inviting brothers from the Brotherhood, there were also some sisters from college sororities.
Girls frolicked and played in the swimming pool, while Ruer was smoking with a few friends.
"It's getting harder and harder to find contraband in Los Angeles," Ruer slapped his friend beside him, "We still need you, Bro, to bring in quite a lot from the outside."
