Marvin walked out of Ethan's parlor, the further he went, the more something felt off.
What did that phone call mean just now, what had been settled?
He felt uneasy.
It always seemed like things were heading in a direction beyond his control.
Was it that batch of liquor having issues again?
Or was it that there was an issue with the Judicial Hall people?
Or perhaps... he considered the most unacceptable possibility, that is, his own men had issues.
Returning to the car, he was not even seated before seeing his men who had gone to check the illegal liquor with the Judicial Hall people, return.
They looked grim.
Could it be...
"Boss..." one of the men began with some difficulty.
"What happened?" Marvin was unwilling to accept this outcome.
"That liquor... turned to water." The subordinate said this, deflated.
Marvin was completely disoriented.
"How is that possible?"
He uttered how could it be, then continued as if questioning his men, and himself.
