Understated luxury—that was how he saw himself. He'd always longed for a gold watch but could never bring himself to buy one.
Now that he had money, he dared not make the purchase, for such an item was far too conspicuous.
In theory, the money Lance had given him should've been enough, yet for some reason, when Lance told him they were going to receive goods again, he couldn't resist.
It wasn't just him; everyone on the boat felt the same way.
This time three more joined them, and they got on quite well with him. He would have these three new recruits kill the crew aboard, ensuring they wouldn't betray him.
The armed boat drifted at sea for a day, everyone conserving their energy for the night's task.
McCork called the three newcomers into the captain's cabin, offered them cigarettes and had them light up with his lighter.
A beautiful, high-end silver lighter—not especially valuable in terms of the silver but far pricier once crafted into a product.
