The Lance family had now become a kind of secret base, a place they yearned for.
There were many young people around. Looking at these vivid, youthful faces, Lance didn't immediately agree.
"Do you know what it means to join a gang?"
The youth who had first proposed joining shouted, "It means we're also part of the gang, and that's so... I don't know how to say it, but I know if my classmates found out, they'd definitely respect me!"
Lance looked at him, reached out to ruffle his hair, messing it up, but the boy just chuckled and didn't mind Lance doing that.
The others also spoke all at once about some of the positive changes they thought joining a gang would bring, like not being bullied and having more friends.
Lance looked at them and finally shook his head, "No, what you're all talking about is just the side you think is better, but have you ever thought that this is a gang, not an after-school club at school?"
