San Rodolfo, Ganbi Building.
In a corner of the rooftop terrace, two workers were slacking off during work hours.
"What's the situation now, a sheriff becoming the general manager of our West State Logistics, can he handle it?"
Slacker Number One, with a cigarette in hand, leaned against the railing over a hundred meters high, speaking with a sigh.
"I don't know if he can handle it, but he's really ruthless, he killed Cyrus, the leader of the Mexicans, right in a meeting."
The news from the upper company echelons always needed time to spread, the 'insider info' thrown out by Slacker Number Two was too shocking, causing his companion to feel confused.
"Sorry, were you joking just now?"
After taking a deep drag, he threw away the burned-out cigarette butt, Slacker Number One wore a mysterious and pretentious expression, continuing to fumble for another cigarette from the pack, but found it empty.