"Boss..."
After the bar shut down, Zhong Shenxiu continued his tedious daily routine of counting money.
At that moment, Pastor approached, "I've found out, there are nine prohibition agents in this city..."
Zhong Shenxiu whistled, "Merely nine people to monitor hundreds of thousands of citizens and over a hundred bars, is the federation joking?"
"There's no helping it, the federation doesn't trust the local police departments, insisting on sending their own people... but the shortage is too great in every city..."
Pastor shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Prohibition agents are only responsible for looking for clues and evidence, once they find a spot, they have the authority to call for assistance from the city police..."
"Alright, tell me about their situation."
Zhong Shenxiu reclined in his armchair, with his legs propped on the office desk, lazily picked up a piece of paper, and began folding it into a plane.
