When I walked outside, I found Bill and his gang engaged in a skirmish with two other men. "I am guarding this car, don’t you dare to touch it," Bill asserted, his voice firm with conviction."How much is he paying you?" one of the intruders sneered."$100," replied one of Bill's friends, his tone dismissive."You! Why protect this car? We could sell it together!" another thug interjected, greed flashing in his eyes. "I can give you at least $1000."Bill smiled, his expression one of amused superiority. "It's about responsibility, man. You need to be a man to keep your word to others.""Damn you, Bill!" the two men cursed, their frustration palpable as they walked away.Approaching the trio, I noticed the bruises marring their skin. "You're doing great," I commended."Thanks," Bill responded, a hint of gratitude in his weary voice.Seeing his potential, I offered, "I'll give you $300, or do you want a chance for a new life?"Bill exchanged a meaningful glance with his friends, who col
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