After Marek’s humiliation, we assistant supervisors regrouped by the vending machine. Dubois was treating us again.“I was expecting more action,” Kowalski said — disappointed, but smiling. “Apart from the opening slap, nothing really exciting happened.”“The victims spat on the bully, and he didn’t say a word in return — and you don’t call that exciting?” Lin Jiao shot back.“More like disgusting,” Sun Hao countered.“But we were aiming to rack up at least ten penalty points on him,” Omar muttered. “Only got three in the end. So… success or failure?”“I’d say it’s a success,” Dubois said. “Marek came off looking like a complete coward, and his group’s on the verge of breaking apart. However you spin it — it’s a positive outcome.”No one replied, but a flicker of satisfaction passed across a few faces.“So what now?” I asked. The unease still hadn’t left me.Dubois took a sip from his can.“We won’t be able to pull the same thing off again,” he said. “The same setup won’t work twice. If we want to deal with the others, we’ll need a new approach.”“But not today,” Lin Jiao added. “Let the wave roll. They need to feel like they’re not protected. That anyone could be next. Maybe it’ll keep them in check for a while.”“I doubt it, mate,” Kowalski disagreed. “We’ve got a few days, tops.”“They’ve already worked together once,” said Lin Jiao. “Let them do it again. Let them form a quick-response group — a shared list, mass message draft, geolocation tag attached. Good enough as a temporary fix.”“They should include us on it!” Kowalski chimed in with a wink.Seemed like his fists were still itching, and Lin Jiao clearly hadn’t learned the golden rule: nothing lasts longer than a temporary solution. I got that déjà vu again — the kind that whispers: If it’s held together with duct tape, it’s probably forever.And that’s where we left it.Before bed, my guys squeezed (...)