Chapter 69: Family and Work
Chapter 69: Family and Work
The Port District was vast and bustling, though its prosperity was one of poverty rather than opulence.
Its vibrancy was a stark contrast to the Bay Area or the downtown core. In the Port District, women offering companionship services wore cheap, often secondhand, revealing clothes. They stood under streetlights at alley corners, conducting quick, transactional business.
Clients would negotiate prices and head into the alleys. There was no pretense of charm or conversation—only business.
In the Bay Area, even streetwalkers had an air of sophistication, lounging in outdoor cafés, sipping coffee, and flirting. Deals would often be sealed in a nearby hotel after moments of playful banter, giving the illusion of a spontaneous romance.
Downtown, business was high-end and direct. Clients needed deep pockets to enjoy the finest services available.
Each district had its own version of prosperity. To say the Port District wasn’t bustling would be wrong—the streets were filled with commerce and customers.
The deserter-turned-hitman arrived at the southeastern corner of the first pier's exit, leaning against a phone booth while observing a three-story building across the street.
Occasionally, his gaze drifted toward the passing young women, whose bold and vibrant demeanor briefly distracted him. But he quickly refocused on his target: the Brotherhood’s headquarters.