Lance woke up in the afternoon the following day, and all the alcohol had been delivered and stored at the farm on the outskirts.
The situation in the city was slightly complicated now, with the Dangerous Goods Administration biting people everywhere like wild dogs, not to mention their reporting system was quite appealing.
Despite Lance and others letting people witness the fate of traitors, in the face of substantial rewards, there would always be some willing to take the risk.
By July, three bars on Lance's side had been discovered and sealed by them, but the losses weren't significant.
The bail for the personnel, instead, became the biggest expense, not the loss of the beverages.
After eating some food they had bought back, Lance contentedly lit a cigarette.
Non-smokers could never understand the joy of finding a comfortable place to sit after a full meal and then lighting a cigarette.
