Seeing Mindy's stunned expression, Damon quickly added, "Since seventh grade."
"V, you bastard~" Mindy stood up suddenly and jumped on the sofa: "Aren't seventh graders still a bunch of brats? Why do I have to go to school with the brats? Ah ah~~"
Damon did not stop his daughter from shouting, allowing her to vent her emotions, and continued: "V also asked me to be a cartoonist, and I have only drawn at home. Don't I have to try to get used to this new career? Starting tomorrow, our lives will be completely new."
Mindy hugged her little head, threw herself heavily on the sofa and rolled around: "What kind of new life is going to school!"
Damon looked guilty, "Mindy, I'm sorry."
The little girl who was rolling around stopped and tilted her head to look at him: "Huh?"
Damon touched her little head and said, "This is all my selfishness. I kept thinking about revenge and dragged you into this. V reminded me that you should have a normal life instead of following me to kill people every day."
Mindy: "We killed bad guys, that's right."
Damon: "But, do you have any friends?"
Mindy frowned and thought for a moment before tentatively asking, "Does v count?"
Damon smiled bitterly, "Other kids have at least dozens of classmates who they can call by name and play with even if they are not friends. But you can only think of V. You have never even seen his face."
Minty was speechless.
She didn't care about kids or anything, but she had never seen V's face.
But V's weird smiley face mask is actually pretty cool? The little girl's mind suddenly wandered.
After another long conversation, Damon finally made Mindy accept the reality that she would go to school, and in a week or two.
Damon said this decision and encouraged himself: "That's right, we have to learn to live a normal life from now on and stop fighting and killing."
Mindy's face was filled with despair, but she couldn't refute what her father said.
Now that Damico was dead, there was really no reason for her and her father to go on a killing spree.
Suddenly, an idea popped into her mind.
Quickly grasping this inspiration, she interrupted her father who was nagging about planning for the future and said, "Dad, we have a big problem now.
Damon turned to look at her, "Ah, what's the problem?"
Mindy: "Just now, it seems like you gave all the one million to V."
Damon shrugged it off: "Yes, but he deserves it."
Mindy nodded: "Yes, I also think he deserves it, but what about my tuition?"
Damon was suddenly stunned, looking confused: "Tuition?"
Mindy: "Dad, you don't want to send me to a public school in a black or Spanish-speaking area, do you? That would save money, but I'm afraid I'd kill some gangsters."
Damon shook his head repeatedly.
In poor schools in the United States, many children are relatives of gangsters, and some even use these relationships to sell weed into school. These children do not have good habits.
Most of them will become new gang members in a few years and officially switch to weed or drug dealers.
With Mindy's temper, conflicts with these kids are almost inevitable, and trouble at school is really difficult to resolve.
"I'll look for a school for you in the next two weeks. It must be one with a good environment and atmosphere." Damon said.
Mindy blinked and looked at him: "So, what about tuition?"
Damon stroked his mustache and said, "It shouldn't cost much, right?"
Mindy grabbed the notebook beside her, searched a little, and turned the screen to her father: "Trevor Middle School is a medium-level school among the good schools in New York. Let's not consider the issue of me being a transfer student for now, and see how much the normal tuition is."
Damon took a look and said in confusion, "Just over 20,000 per semester, that's not much, right?"
Mindy: “It’s not much. But we’re out of money.”
Damon: “Huh?”
Mindy: "We used the money we collected before to pay off V's debt. These past few days we were familiarizing ourselves with the new armor and went to look for trouble with that Irish gang, but their top brass all went into hiding and we didn't get any money."
Damon recalled and found that it was just as Mindy said, there was really no money left at home.
Mindy looked at his expression and added a harsh stab: "Dad, I just remembered that we seem to owe V another million for the new armor this time?"
Damon's hand that was stroking his beard paused, his face stiff, as if petrified.
He really forgot about it.
I thought I would feel relieved after taking revenge, but suddenly I found myself still a millionaire in debt.
Mindy looked at her father's expression and laughed in her heart: "So, we still have to find some big fat sheep and make a lot of money from them."
Damon frowned: "I'm not busy for now, let's take a few days off first." He didn't want to be slapped in the face by what he just said.
Mindy sighed and walked towards her room.
Damon: "What are you doing? Are you angry?"
Mindy: "Dad, I'm not that stingy. Wait a minute, I'll look for something."
A moment later, she emerged from her room, holding a pink... piggy bank in her arms.
Damon continued to be confused: "What are you doing?"
Mindy placed the pink pig on the coffee table and smashed it with one punch, causing the scattered bills and coins inside to scatter on the table.
She walked forward and began to clean them up slowly, saying, "Dad, this is the only money in the family. Let me count it. It should be enough for us to have a few fast food meals."
Damon: "Huh? Wait, didn't I just give you a thousand dollars a few days ago?"
Mindy: "But you asked me to order a pair of handmade No. 42 butterfly knives, and the two classic sabers you liked? I didn't have enough money, and I put in dozens of dollars."
As she spoke, the little girl smiled secretly in her heart and quickly counted the money in her hand: "Ok, there are still 114.53 yuan. If we save a little, we can still last for two or three days."
Damon: “…”
Faced with the "difficult problems" raised by his daughter, he found it difficult to stick to his previous ideas.
Sighing, he stood up and picked up the armor beside him that had not yet been hung in the locker: "Okay, change the equipment, we're going to do another job tonight."
Mindy giggled and quickly went to change her clothes.
Damon looked at his daughter's happy face and felt helpless: V, I tried my best, but the result doesn't seem to be very good.
However, men should be honest.
We said we have a day off tomorrow, so let's... find a gang to have sex with tonight. Damon thought so and started to think about the right target.
After a while, the father and daughter drove out again.
In the car, Mindy asked, "Who are you looking for this time?"
Damon: "Remember the group we investigated earlier who had a lot of business dealings with Damico?"