He glanced at the Boss; the other side had no intention of letting them leave alive.
Is a tycoon's life not worth anything?
But damn, it felt so good!
Casare still remembered when he was young, back in the Old Mexico era. The streets were full of robberies, and he grew up in Mexico City, where a line divided the slums from the wealthy districts. He would cling to the railing on his side, staring at the other side like a dog.
Hoping those dressed in new clothes would throw him some pity.
Finally, he remembered it vividly. One day in 1970, on his 10th birthday, while scavenging for garbage on his side of the barricade, he noticed a dog hole. He crawled through it because he saw a cabbage lying on the ground.
But just as he was about to pick it up and go back, he was spotted by some rich kids. They rushed at him, punching and kicking him, yelling loudly for him to get back to where the poor people belonged.
And their parents...
