The children of The Rolling Heads Gang carried all kinds of bundles and dragged all kinds of boxes as they left along the street corner.
Fortunately, the wasteland behind the warehouse had not been included in the redevelopment zone. There was still a small patch of woods at its edge, so they could only make do there for the night.
As soon as they reached the woods beside the wasteland, Jason saw another group of children heading their way. The children of The Rolling Heads Gang, who had only just settled down, immediately became wary. The two oldest kids reached for their guns, while the group across from them looked equally surprised.
"Jason? Why are you here too? You got driven out as well?!" A fairly tall Black boy stepped forward and said, "Wasn't The Rolling Heads Gang the toughest Children's Gang on that street?"
There was no mockery in his tone, only surprise. The gang before him had only around a dozen children, few in number and all rather thin and weak. They were the kind of Children's Gang ranked near the bottom.
"Yoan, you got driven out too?" Jason stepped forward and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the Birch Gang in your area got kicked out as well. They used to have two motorcycles..."
The Black boy called Yoan nodded. "That's right. We were all expelled. They said it was some kind of housing project..."
Then he shook his head and said, "We took up the slots, but the gang members didn't want us living there. They can rent the empty houses out at high prices and make money without doing anything."
Jason glanced at the children behind him, then said to Yoan, "Come over first. We're planning to pitch tents here. If we stick together, we'll be