"But these two fat sheep are a rare find."
Brom looked at the two people ahead of him, his gaze conflicted.
Their tiny gang had originally survived by robbery and extortion. If things got desperate, they would steal a car or rob a convenience store, enough to live it up for a few days.
But as the Black Prison Group issued one sweeping ban after another,
it might not have had much impact on industries operating in gray areas, but for gangs like theirs that lived off this trade, it was a devastating blow.
At first, everyone had turned a blind eye to those rules, thinking Black Prison was overreaching.
Since you were the boss, every larger team would come pay tribute to you every so often.
The best businesses—or rather, the best resources and locations—all belonged to the boss.
But judging by past practice, it was basically all about controlling the drug trade, the line of work with the highest profits and fastest money.
This time, however, the bans announced by Black Prison were a little too meddlesome.
They were even like a police officer constantly patrolling the streets, refusing to allow any accidents on the streets of Queens.
Don't think Brom's group was the only small gang in Queens. Tiny criminal organizations made up of just a few people were everywhere across Queens.
Otherwise, Queens would not have been called the most chaotic district in New York City.
It was because so many small organizations had gathered there, a chaotic mix of all sorts.
As for robbery and extortion, if you asked ten people, eight of them had either seen it or experienced it firsthand.
A few small teams refused to believe it and continued doing as they pleased on the streets, breaking into cars and robbing people.