Adolescents like them naturally weren't conscious of being followed, and they were all talking and laughing as they marched downtown, looking no different from ordinary youths.After leaving their block, they found an intersection and shared a pack of cigarettes on a bench. They ranged from twelve to eighteen, but each had a cigarette between their lips, puffing hard. The leader, Bruce Brown, spread his arms over the bench while hiding his baseball bat behind his back.His eyes were narrowed, clearly scanning the people passing by for prey.Still in the car, Charlie told Isaac, "Park right across the road. I'll handle this."Isaac asked, "On your own?"Charlie nodded and asked, "What, are you worried I can't handle them?"Isaac laughed. "No, sir. Just thought they're beneath you. Albert or myself can handle them if you like."While Isaac and Albert were no martial arts experts, they almost had superhuman strength thanks to Charlie's guidance and pills—handling a bunch of teena
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