F.N is a large alliance composed of many gangs, and among the F.N with tens of thousands of people, the most notorious one is GD.

No one would impersonate a GD member without fear of death, so the white Chevrolet with a six-pointed star painted on the left and a capital letter 'G' painted on the right was unique in this neighborhood.

That's why Denise immediately discovered that the car being chased was Leif's car, and she began to worry about the safety of the community in the future.

On weekdays, in the South Side of Chicago, there is a buzz every three days, a death every five days, and an alarm once every ten days and a half, which is called a serious incident by the C.P.D.

If because of Leif's death, GD, who had just been quiet for a short time, feels that his influence in Washington Park has declined, those bastards who are afraid of chaos will definitely take malicious revenge.

Regardless of whether they find the culprit or not, the people living on 51st Street will be involved in gang wars and become innocent Chicago citizens whose names are not in the newspapers.

In DC comics, the famous night hero Batman, the city where he lives, ‘Gotham’, is modeled after Chicago.

If you take a peek inside the tube and see how chaotic Gotham is in the comics, you will know how chaotic the slums of Chicago can be. Even people from the C.P.D. have to put their hands on their waists when walking in these slums and pay attention to black people coming and going at all times.

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After a while, Denise, who had calmed down, let go of Anna, who kept shouting in her arms, and let her watch TV by herself. As if she thought of something, she hurried out of the house.

She shouted as she ran: "Damn it, there's still meat roasting in the stove. Leon, hurry up and find a bigger plate. That's the beef brisket that Lauren and I bought specially!"

Watching her run out in a hurry, bending down to look at the beef in the stew oven, waving to herself.

Luo Ang knew that this was life in the South District. No matter what happened in the last moment, it would be treated as if it had not happened in the next second. After all, everyone has to continue living, or in other words, living.

He also understood that Aunt Denise did not want to let him dwell on what had just happened, so he walked around Anna, who was sitting on the sofa and watching TV, and walked quickly to the kitchen.

Her eyes wandered among the neatly arranged sundries. Under Denise's continuous urging, she finally found the plate from the cabinet on the left. She quickly rinsed it with water, walked through the house to the outside, and handed it to her aunt.

With the combined efforts of the two of them, the five-pound beef brisket was brought to the dining room table in the living room.

"Huh, luckily this is a piece of Texas beef, otherwise it would have been burnt"

Although he didn't know what the connection was between Texas beef and whether it would be burnt, Luo Ang still nodded obediently to express his agreement with her statement.

"Hey, Anna, it's time for you to eat. Stop looking at that damn duck." Denise went to call Annabell, but the girl who was looking at her enthusiastically was obviously unwilling.

"Mom, that's not a damn duck, that's Donald Duck," the little girl retorted in a milky tone.

"No matter what kind of duck it is, you should eat now and wash your hands quickly. Today is your cousin's birthday. You will be singing happy birthday to him later."

Denise's words easily diverted the girl's attention. She ran to the sink, stepped on the small stool so that she could reach it, and washed her hands carefully.

While turning his head, he asked Luo Ang, who was sitting at the table and staring at the clock on the wall: "Brother Leon, you have a birthday today. Are you already fifteen years old?"

Looking at the door and the wall clock from time to time, a somewhat absent-minded Luo Ang replied: "Well, after twelve o'clock today, I will be fifteen years old."

Denise obviously noticed his movements, placed the washed knives and forks on the table, and said, "Leon, your mother grew up in the South District. She will be fine. You don't have to worry."

Listening to her comfort, Luo Ang bit his lower lip and whispered softly: "Aunt, you know, my mother always sticks to time. She said she would be back before eleven o'clock today, but now it is already eleven past two.

Fifteen, there was another Mucang battle just now, and she came back from there..."

As he spoke, Luo Ang felt unable to sit still, got up and wanted to run out to look for it.

Denise quickly reached out to hold him and comforted him: "Leon, don't be impulsive. Your mother will not allow you to run into the street at this time..."

"But!"

Luo Ang's expression became more and more worried, and he kept glancing back and forth between the wall clock and the door.

Five years ago, his father passed away quietly on a night like this. Luo Ang still remembers that his father said to him in the morning, "Come back tonight to celebrate his birthday," but they have not seen each other since.

Now he is left with his mother alone, relying on him for life. If something happens again, Luo Ang really doesn't know what to do.

"Click"

While he was waiting anxiously, there was a sound of opening the door.

Luo Ang quickly looked towards the door and found that familiar figure appeared at the door.

He could finally breathe a sigh of relief. After relaxing, Luoang noticed that there was another figure outside the door, a black figure.

But, why would a black child come to their house with his mother?

Could it be...

Seeing Lauren staring at him, the black child became a little twisted and hid behind Lauren.

"Leon, what are you still doing? This is D'Anthony Dorn, the son of your Uncle Gerrard."

Phew, it's not what I thought. Luo Ang breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be D'Antoni, his childhood playmate.

Five years have passed. Unexpectedly, the former little fat boy has now grown so tall that Luo Ang did not recognize him.

He walked over, took the groceries from his mother's hands, looked outside the door, there was no one there anymore, and asked with surprise: "Huh? Why didn't Uncle Gerald come over with you?"

Hearing his question, before Lauren could open her mouth, D'Antoni, who had been following her, twitched with a cry: "Dad...Dad...this morning...

..Killed...in my house..."

"Walter Gerald is dead?"

Aunt Denise came out and said in surprise.

"Yes, I heard from the detective in the Westfield community that Gerald was killed by Mucang, a member of the BPS gang who broke into the house. Poor D'Antoni escaped by hiding in the closet.

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After Lauren finished speaking with a sad expression, she hugged D'Antoni, who began to cry softly, and advised: "Okay, everything is over, you can live in our house from now on..."

When Aunt Denise heard what she said, she quickly pulled her to a corner of the living room and asked in a low voice: "Lauren, do you know what you are doing? Leon will start grade 11 tomorrow, and you have to start preparing for him.
Chapter completed!