Mining Capital, a five-star hotel opened by Southern Federation people.
In this city, though the vast majority are very poor, there are still some luxurious places, especially high-end hotels.
Those daring enough to open a hotel in Mining Capital all have deep backgrounds and strengths, sometimes even the security of these hotels is far higher than local government agencies.
James, after leaving that alley bar, made sure no one was following before he brought his men back to the hotel.
"James, is everything settled?"
Inside the room, a Federation man handed over a glass of red wine. James took the glass and looked at the young man who had spoken—a young man with a notable background despite his age.
"Yes, I was introduced by locals to a family called Mad Dog Johnny, just met with them, and they've already taken the money."
"Is the other side reliable?"
