Hearing their boss say that, the other three punks pulled exaggerated faces, practically wailing all together. One of them mumbled, "Boss, are you sure you're not just messing with us?"
"Yeah, yeah, Boss! Can you stop joking around, huh?!"
The one who said this was a baby-faced punk.
"I'm not kidding with you guys!"
Huzi put on a serious face. "Don't you ever worry that someday the cops will catch us and send us off god knows where for labor reform? Besides, out of us four,
even though I'm the oldest, I'm only sixteen, and you three are all a year younger than me. I just think… I just think it'd be better if we went back to school and kept studying."
"I agree with what Boss said."
This voice came from the tall, skinny punk. Even though he was a year younger than Huzi, his height was about the same.
"Junzi! You're just stirring things up!"
The baby-faced punk stared at the tall, skinny Junzi, full of resentment.
