(Thanks to the suggestions from book fans. Since it's my first novel, there have been many mistakes. I will add perspectives of supporting characters and extras in the following chapters, describing their affairs from God's point of view.)

(I was planning to write a group drama segment, but suddenly realized I hadn't written the background information. So, I'll add a few chapters of content before I start the first group battle.)

Jimmy watched Colin's men get in the car and leave. He didn't follow them, having already scanned the contents; the bag was filled with money, roll after roll of US Dollars, easily recognizable. These drug traffickers really liked to roll US Dollars into small bundles; it was practically an occupational hazard.)

Jimmy returned to patrol the highway. He had made quite a haul today, so there was no need to wait for more like sitting ducks.)

Karmac, Vaughn Pawnshop.

Vince Vaughn sat in the pawnshop, a very small establishment. There were various second-hand goods on the shelves to the left and right of the entrance. The counter was at the very back, opposite the door, with a two-meter wide aisle in between. Behind the counter was a door leading to Vince's living quarters; he lived directly above the shop.

The bell above the door rang, and two men entered the pawnshop, one tall and one short. The shorter one was particularly unsightly, thin, with disheveled hair and two prominent buck teeth.

The two men walked up to Vince's counter and placed a travel bag on it.

Shorty: "Frog, Nut's safe house has been cleared. Here's what you asked for.")

"Much appreciated." Vince thanked them while opening the travel bag, which contained a passport, two diaries, some clothing, and several rolls of cash.

Vince opened the passport. It had a photo of an African American man. After confirming it was Nut, he took a thick envelope from under the counter and handed it to the short man.

"Thanks again for your help. Please check it.")

The short man stuffed the envelope into his pocket without hesitation, "No need for thanks. Just call on the Dixie Family if you need anything. You're much more generous than Nut.")

The two men left the pawnshop and drove away in a blue sedan.

Vince watched the brothers leave, known on the street for their good reputation. If it hadn't been for the introduction from the Dixie Family, he wouldn't have been able to contact them at all, and unfortunately, they didn't leave any contact details for Vince.

The cash in the travel bag could have been taken by the brothers, and although it wasn't as much as the cash in the envelope, even a mosquito's leg is meat. Nevertheless, they didn't touch anything.

Vince put Nut's travel bag behind the counter, then got up, exited the pawnshop, locked the door, and drove his pickup truck toward Salin County Prison.

Outside Salin Prison, Vince waited for the guards to check his information. Under the sunlight, Vince Vaughn looked amiable, with his slightly curly short hair and a constant smile on his face. Even though it was the hot summer, he stood in the sun without a hint of impatience.

Vince had scheduled a visit to Nut today in advance. The prison didn't make it difficult for this kind of visit; after some simple ID confirmation and a search, Vince was allowed to see Nut in the visitation room.

Nut was an African American with graying hair, not very tall. Even in his orange prison uniform, he seemed to exude a strong energy.

Vince: "Nut, I've taken care of everything for you. Your sister has been moved to a nursing home in Florida. I've prepaid for five years, with personal care. Your brother-in-law has gone to meet his family.")

Nut: "You've cleared out my safe house too, Frog?")

Vince: "Of course, I've got your spare passport and the notebooks. You know what I want.")

Nut lowered his head, thinking for a moment, "I can give you Capo Comiso's number. You can contact him directly, bypassing the Soldier. But I need your promise not to lay a hand on my sister.")

Vince: "Of course not, I can still afford a few tens of thousands for a retirement fund each year. We've known each other for quite a while now, you know me."

Nuts whispered a phone number into Vince's ear, then stood up, walked to the door, turned his back to the door to have the guard cuff him, and left the visiting room.

Vince left after Nuts, drove back to his own pawnshop, and didn't hurry to contact Comiso.

Currently, Vince's supply was still stable; he had taken over Nuts's territory and was serving the Dixie family in place of the former authority.

To the Dixie family, the rise and fall of people like Frog and Nuts didn't matter at all. To them, these were not family members but collaborators, or rather, tools.

Vince, however, was preparing a second path for himself, a backup route, just like Nuts.

Vince picked up the phone, "Tim, you and Thomas come to the pawnshop tonight."

Tim and Thomas were twins who, when Vince first knew them, were just employees at a car repair shop. Later, after getting to know each other better, the brothers had been running errands and making deliveries for Vince, and from hardworking, handsome young men, they turned into the big fatties they were now. Vince was still very generous to such reliable subordinates.

That evening, when Tim and Thomas arrived, Vince asked them to sit in front of the bar, closed the shop door, and walked to the living room to fetch a small box.

Vince: "Tim, you and Thomas have been with me for quite some time. Now that Nuts is locked up and Colin is gone, this territory is all ours. I need your help."

After speaking, Vince opened the box, which contained several neat stacks of US Dollars, with a notebook beside it.

Vince took the notebook and handed it to Tim, "Here are the contacts of Colin's subordinates; from now on, you brothers will take charge of them."

Vince then pointed to the cash in the box, "This is your operating fund. You can go ahead and open that doughnut shop you've always wanted to. This is all yours."

Thomas took the box, while Tim opened the notebook to take a look.

Tim: "Frog, what about the way we deal? Is it still the same as before?"

Vince: "Of course, I'll notify you, you pick up the goods yourselves, but this time, it's 75:25."

Tim and Thomas exchanged glances, with expressions of surprise appearing on their faces. Frog was becoming more generous; back when they were slaving for Nuts, Frog could only give them 10-15, and what they got was even less.

Now that Frog was in charge, he had directly doubled the share. Although they still had to give a cut to Colin's former subordinates, the portion that the Tim brothers kept was certainly quite substantial.

Tim: "OK, no problem, we've already scoped out the shop, we can get it up and running quickly. You have to come to the opening."

Vince smiled as he sent the brothers out the door. From now on, he could relax; no need to peddle drugs in the streets, no need to live in fear.

Vince was actually a man of routine; back in West Memphis, he too ran a pawnshop. If he hadn't been set up and gotten into trouble, he might still be there living his leisurely life.

A black gang member turned up in his pawnshop, starting with pirated tapes, later turning to drugs, and he stepped further into this circle. He took the drug money, killed the black man, and started running.

Having killed someone, he clearly couldn't keep operating his pawnshop. Through an introduction by others, he came into contact with Nuts, started trafficking drugs for him, until he replaced Nuts.