"I'm good," Kevin said immediately. "I can handle it myself. I'm a man now; I can hold my own."
Scarface burst out laughing. He counted out 150 USD from the 1,500 and handed it to Kevin. "The extra 50 is a bonus for carving out your own territory. Keep it up. When I get old, this street will be yours."
"Thanks, Boss!" Kevin said, pleasantly surprised.
Kevin took the money and left, thanking him profusely.
Once he was in the hallway, he pulled another crumpled wad of cash from inside his clothes—the 482 USD he had secretly skimmed from the price hike.
In just two hours that night, he had made over 600 USD.
When he reached his front door, Kevin stopped and turned to look at the top right corner of the doorframe. There was an image of a spiked crown—the symbol of their gang of more than ten people.
