Looking at Mindy's dumbfounded expression, Damon quickly added, "From the seventh grade onwards."
"V, you b * stard ~" Mindy suddenly stood up and stomped her feet on the sofa. "Aren't the seventh graders still a bunch of brats? Why do I have to go to school like brats? Ahhhh ~ "
Damon didn't stop his daughter from shouting and let her vent her emotions. He simply continued, "V wants me to be a cartoonist, but I've only been drawing at home. Don't I have to get used to this new career? From tomorrow onwards, our lives will be brand new. "
Mindy hugged her head and rolled around on the sofa. "Going to school isn't a new life!"
Damon looked guilty. "Mindy, I'm sorry."
The little girl, who was rolling around, stopped and tilted her head at him. "Huh?"
Damon rubbed her head. "It's all because of my selfishness. I've been thinking about revenge and dragged you into this. V reminded me that you should have a normal life, and not follow me to kill people every day. "
Mindy said, "We're all killing bad guys. That's not wrong."
Damon asked, "But do you have friends?"
Mindy frowned and thought for a moment before she asked tentatively, "Does V count?"
Damon smiled bitterly. "Other kids have at least dozens of classmates. Even if they're not friends, they can still play with them. But you can only think of V. You haven't even seen his face. "
Mindy was lost for words.
She didn't care about kids, but she had never seen V's face.
But V's creepy smiley mask was actually pretty cool, huh? The little girl's thoughts suddenly wandered.
After another long conversation, Damon finally got Mindy to accept the reality that she was going to school in a week or two.
As he made this decision, Damon didn't forget to encourage himself. "That's right. We have to learn to live a normal life in the future. We can't fight anymore."
Mindy's face was full of despair, but she couldn't refute her father's words.
Now that D 'Amico was dead, there was really no reason for her and her father to go on a killing spree.
Suddenly, an idea popped up in her head.
She quickly grasped this idea and interrupted her father, who was nagging about planning for the future. "Dad, we have a big problem now.
Damon turned to look at her. "Ah, what's the problem?"
Mindy said, "I think you gave a million to V just now."
Damon didn't take it seriously. "Yes, but he deserved it."
Mindy nodded. "Yes, I think he deserves it too. But what about my tuition?"
Damon suddenly froze, his face full of confusion. "School … fee?"
Mindy said, "Dad, you're not thinking of sending me to a public school in the black or Hispanic areas, are you? That way, I won't have to spend much money, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to stop myself from killing some gangsters. "
Damon shook his head.
In schools with poor environments in the United States, many children were related to gangsters. Some even relied on these connections to sell weed into the school. These children did not have good habits.
Most of them would become new gang members in a few years, and they would officially become weed dealers or drug dealers.
Given Mindy's temper, it was almost inevitable that she would clash with these kids, and it would be very difficult to resolve an incident at school.
"I'll look for a school for you in the next two weeks. It must be the kind with a good environment," Damon said.
Mindy blinked and looked at him. "Then, what about the tuition?"
Damon stroked his mustache. "I don't think it'll cost much, right?"
Mindy grabbed a notebook and did a search. She then turned the screen to her father. "This Trevor High School. It's an average school in New York. Let's not consider me as a transfer student for now. Let's see how much it costs. "
Damon looked at it and asked in confusion, "Twenty thousand a semester. That's not much, right?"
Mindy said, "It's not much. But we're out of money. "
Damon: "Huh?"
Mindy said, "It wasn't easy for us to pay off V's debt with the money we pooled. We've been familiarizing ourselves with the new armor and looking for trouble with the Irish gang, but their higher-ups are all in hiding. We didn't get any money. "
Damon recalled and realized that it was just as Mindy had said. They really didn't have much money.
Looking at his expression, Mindy added, "Dad, I just remembered that we owe V another million for the new armor?"
Damon's hand paused, and his face stiffened, as if he had been petrified.
He had really forgotten about it.
He had thought that he would be relieved after taking revenge, but it turned out that he was still a millionaire.
Looking at her father's expression, Mindy was secretly amused. "So, we still have to find a few fat sheep and make a fortune."
Damon frowned. "There's no rush for now. Let's rest for a few days." He didn't want to slap himself in the face.
Mindy sighed and went back to her room.
Damon asked, "What are you doing? Are you angry? "
Mindy said, "Dad, I'm not that petty. Wait a moment, I'll look for something. "
A moment later, she came out of her room with a pink … piggy bank.
Damon was still dumbfounded. "What's this?"
Mindy put the pink piggy on the coffee table and smashed it with a punch. The scattered bills and coins scattered on the table.
She stepped forward and began to clean them up unhurriedly as she said, "Dad, this is all the money we have. Let me count. It should be enough for us to eat a few meals. "
Damon said, "Huh? Wait, didn't I just give you a thousand dollars a couple of days ago? "
Mindy said, "But you asked me to order a pair of handmade No. 42 butterfly knives and the two classic sabers that you wanted. I didn't have enough money. I even spent dozens of dollars. "
As she spoke, the little girl chuckled inwardly and quickly counted the money in her hand. "Okay, we still have 114 dollars and 53 cents. If we scrimp a little, we can last a couple of days."
Damon: "…"
Faced with his daughter's "conundrum," he found it hard to stick to his previous idea.
Sighing, he stood up and picked up the armor that hadn't been put into the locker. "Okay, let's change. We're going to do something again tonight."
Mindy giggled and dashed off to change.
Looking at his daughter's happy face, Damon felt helpless. V, I tried my best, but it didn't seem to turn out well.
However, a man had to keep his word.
Since he had said that he would have a holiday tomorrow, it was better to find a gang tonight. Thinking that, Damon began to think of a suitable target.
A moment later, the father and daughter drove out again.
In the car, Mindy asked, "Who are we looking for this time?"
Damon said, "Do you remember the group of people who have a lot of business dealings with D 'Amico?"
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