Sometimes, leaving behind some people with small shipments is just to gain more clues and intelligence about smuggling liquor.
He got a whole bottle of inferior whiskey from a retail liquor vendor, eight bucks, ridiculously expensive.
In the past, such quality liquor would be worth barely over a dollar, but now it costs eight.
He wrapped the bottle in a newspaper and took a sip now and then.
Admittedly, although this bottle of inferior liquor didn't taste great, the alcohol in it wasn't cheap at all, and he soon felt tipsy.
Sitting on the park bench, the sunlight couldn't bring him a trace of warmth, and he felt as if life had turned gray!
He didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly someone next to him spoke, "Sir, could I have a sip too?"
He turned his head to look at the person next to him—it was a vagrant, with a flattering smile on his face, staring intently at the newspaper in Panda's hand.
