Chapter 12 - 10: My Prostitute Employees
Great? What do you mean? Howard frowned. After all, as a veteran gang member, my sudden appearance surprised him a bit.
"Kenny, are you looking for me?"
Ha ha, I parted my lips, revealing my white teeth and smiled lightly.
"Why ask that? Didn’t you say I’m an idiot?"
Howard’s face turned sullen. Living in the same apartment, he naturally knew my information as I was a member of the Johnny Clan.
It’s just that I go out every noon and return home at night, while he has a different schedule than mine.
After all, streetwalkers start working mostly in the afternoon and finish around three in the morning, with some even continuing until morning.
Living on the same floor, we rarely have the chance to meet, let alone develop any good neighborly relationships.
Howard belongs to the new generation of the Colombian gang, led by Julian, Julian Garcia.
He was once a notorious driver for the Cali Group in Florida.
In the nineties, it was the world of Colombian drug lords, and the Mexican Cartel became their tool. The Cali Group was once Colombia’s second-largest group but was disbanded after being targeted by the DEA in the nineties.