Chapter 937: A Drunk's Ramblings?

In any case, the night was still young but I could certainly guarantee that only a small percentage of us had or was having fun. Well, it was also true that if we counted all of Sal and Mauro's men who were wreaking havoc outside, the percentage would change—and if that's the case, you're certainly correct—but the ones in the equation only involved the people inside this mansion.

But yeah, among these lesser families who dodged a bullet, there were ones who were celebrating convivially because they had thick skin and could easily switch sides or recognize that they'd already lost but god fucking dammit being on the other side was cool too.

One example was this lanky couple, the heads of the Aballe Family, who simply produced general crops that could be found anywhere else.