Chapter 827: If Martin Can Ride on Popularity, So Can We

Atlanta, pushing toward the south side of Moro District.

A standalone house away from the community had been transformed into a workspace.

A black man came out from inside, opened the mailbox at the door, retrieved several pieces of mail and newspapers, and then returned to the workroom.

"Any new news, Ace?" A heavyset black man descended from upstairs.

Ace set down the newspapers and started opening the mail, saying, "Hopefully it's all good news."

The big guy, Kenan, came over, casually picked up a piece of mail, tore it open, saw the contents, cursed, and quickly went back upstairs.

Ace dropped the mail and followed him, asking as he walked, "What's the matter? What happened? Nobody sent us bullets, did they? We were still early on our payment terms from our last purchase on credit."

Kenan turned around: "Shut up, you stupid old black man!"