Chapter 48

• ~Ambrose~
• When my men ascend on the human hideout, I’m really disgusted at the way this place looks. It looks like a hoarder’s home with garbage everywhere, just like Jones’ mansion was when I arrived. I can’t believe they’re selling moonshine out of this place because honestly, I don’t even think I’d eat here, or cook shine. As a matter of fact, it’s probably not the only thing they’re cooking. I would bet there are a lot of drugs made in this dump, too.
• I guess it’s a good thing that alcohol kills all germs, right? If not, I feel sorry for anyone who drinks their liquor. I shiver at the idea of cockroaches scurrying over mason jars of their stock and it makes me gag. No wonder they’ve been blackmailing my people. It’s probably the only way anyone will buy from them if the stock is from us.