Bucher's lips trembled as his gaze swept over Johnny and the brand new firearms in their hands.
These were entirely incomparable to the firearms supplied by the Tasting Commerce Association to the Wildfire Gang... Of course, he played a role in this, as the association provided weapons and money to arm the dogs below, making their teeth sharper and better for biting, to help the association conduct its business.
Yet, Bucher felt these dogs were completely unworthy of such fine weapons, so he privately pocketed a portion of the weapons and money, supplying his subordinates with inferior goods.
He gave them to the gang below him.
Unexpectedly, he ended up shooting himself in the foot.
Then again, even if he provided those guys with better weapons, facing the current Wildfire Gang would still leave them helpless, wouldn't it?
Bucher's throat moved as the fear and helplessness of the crisis loomed over his heart.
