"There it is again, the great Young Mr. Sanchez act! But this is Meridian City, darling."
Howard saw his opening and strode forward. He looked me up and down in my wrecked state and let out a contemptuous laugh.
"Dustin, come on—even if you call people in, what are they gonna do? We splashed a little water on you. It's the Water Splash Festival! If getting splashed at a water festival could kill someone, is there any justice left in this world?"
They were certain they hadn't broken any laws.
Certain that a young master from Crown City couldn't touch them here.
They wanted to use this chance to grind me into the dirt, and maybe the entire Sanchez family with me.
But they were too stupid.
While they stood there running their mouths, spewing filth at me without pause,
a hundred pitch-black industrial water-cannon trucks were rolling toward them in a slow, unstoppable column.
As the roar of those hundred industrial beasts filled the air,
I looked at Judy and Howard and smiled—cold, and for the first time tonight, real.
Fine. You love playing with water so much? I'll play with you today.
