"I put in a total of twenty-two dollars, and now I've got five dollars in my hand, at least I didn't lose everything, right?"
Lance found it hard to agree, "But you lost seventeen dollars."
Jack rolled his eyes, "But I still have five."
"But you lost seventeen dollars..."
Jack took a deep breath, patted his sides with both hands, "Alright, I lost seventeen dollars, what a lousy day!"
"I need to go back for dinner tonight, my daughter needs me, so..."
Lance extended his hand, "No worries, I've got plans tonight too, we'll get in touch later."
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye!"
Watching Jack leave, Lance also returned to his car.
Now the Federation Government seemed not too concerned about smuggling, but sooner or later they would start caring, and smuggling was going to become difficult by then.
Especially... when the FBI started looking for opportunities to seize power like power-hungry stray dogs, some things in the whole country were going to change.
