Chapter 62: A Light in Life
Chapter 62: A Light in Life
A tingling sensation crept up from the soles of Kent's feet, raced through his spine, and surged all the way to his scalp. Wherever it passed, his skin erupted in goosebumps.
The instinct to survive—the most primal, raw, and overpowering human urge—kicked in.
Swallowing hard, he was about to speak when Lance pointed at the pile of untouched meat. “Don’t waste it. Eat.”
There were eight people in the room, including Kent and his men. The croupiers weren’t present—they only came around when the casino was open. These croupiers were skilled professionals who could find work anywhere. They had their own network and earned handsomely.
They wouldn’t dirty their hands with the likes of Kent’s business, which explained their absence.
Eight adults and six pork knuckles, each about two pounds, deboned. Initially, there hadn’t been this much food, but Kent’s men weren’t wealthy; their craving for meat wasn’t much different from the impoverished people on the streets.
If they bought too little, arguments would break out as they scrambled to grab what they could. To avoid the fuss, they always bought enough knuckles, along with four pounds of bread and some salad to cut through the grease.
Now, Kent was being forced to finish what typically required eight men to devour.