In Golden Port City these days, nothing turned a quicker profit than trafficking smuggled liquor.
Bill from the Red Dog Gang must have been out of his mind, because he actually wanted to take over the port area. That's why they had been aggressively recruiting gang members lately while also wildly opening up bars.
Because they were so blatant, it was hard to tell if someone had snubbed them out or if it was an informant from the Dangerous Goods Administration who had located them, but one bar was raided.
"Probably lost over five thousand dollars' worth of liquor, and a few thousand was never picked up."
"Their profit margins are much higher than ours, with the same liquor, their profits are nearly double ours."
Lance nodded, "There will be plenty of opportunities to raise prices later, didn't Bill say anything?"
"What else can he say?" Elvin asked, "Besides throwing a tantrum in his office, I can't imagine what else this sissy can do."
