In the Pure Waters bar.

Blackbear and Dewar were sitting before Rodnie in one of the private rooms on the first floor. There were women in bikinis on either side of Blackbear and Dewar, pressing and rubbing their arms, chest, and thighs with their arms as well as bodies.

“We didn’t come here for this, Brother Rodnie,” Blackbear spoke, pushing the women aside.

Dewar, however, seemed like he wanted the women to keep doing whatever they were doing.

Rodnie gestured to the women to leave, and they skipped away on their toes.

“I know why you came here, Blackbear,” Rodnie lit up his large cigar. “But I’m not going to join hands with the underworld again. I’ve long retired from that life. I do secret bettings, but that’s in order to satisfy some of my old friends’ requests and at the same time receive their help if necessary.”

Blackbear kept staring at Rodnie, almost in a threatening manner. “You’ve lived twice as I did, so I don’t need to tell you what happens if you piss Boss Butcher off.”