"A middle-aged white man driving a Cadillac got out of the car and approached us. He was dressed sharply, looking like some high-class society elite, while we're just some inconspicuous sewer rats on the street, picked on even for collecting cans, only making money through fighting. And this pretentious bastard right off the bat says he's got some work for us. A pay of sixty thousand US Dollars!!" Maji sat on a chair, smoking, cursing under his breath, full of street vibes.
"That was sixty thousand US Dollars! We wouldn't make that much in a year of collecting cans."
The other guys were drinking swig after swig and lighting cigarettes one after another, saying, "That guy also gave us a batch of highly flammable and explosive White Phosphorus, told us to mix it into cans and sell them to Pike Company. We took the money but didn't plan to get right to work, 'cause it was too late, so we decided to go out and have some fun first."
