"Damn. Fighting is the one thing I'm good at." Although probably not on a gangster level, he was guessing. Enough to be feared at school, which had been enough so far. Now there were spreadsheets. That sounded a lot less exciting. "So. There's other families. Like the Nie, you mentioned those." He remembered.

"What do they all focus on? Are there any--" How did he even ask this? "--I mean. Whores."