Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Colby's crew ushered the guests from the back rooms to the front.

"Take them to the station. Chief Miller will want a word with them," Colby ordered.

"Got it, boss."

As one group after another was led away, Colby glanced at the staff being held down. "You gonna spill the beans, or do I have to make you talk?"

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

One of the staff members quickly raised his head. "Boss, a few of us from the docks just wanted to make some extra cash. A mate mentioned a businessman was opening an arcade. He said if you joined as a franchise, paid the fee, you'd run your own gig. No need to worry about setup or machines. But there was a catch-you had to be a local from Devonport and have some connections."

"Connections to me, right?" Colby pressed.

"Not just you... the Aldridge family, Tredgold family, Dennis family, even the Russells... anyone with some pull."

man couldn't meet Colby's

clear that someone was out to smear their reputation. Unable to attack them directly, they decided to

two-pronged attack: make money off them and then weaken their manpower and reputation in Devonport. The mastermind

you run the

were rigged so we could control the profits. Someone from the top would check in every

weeks to monitor the

"What's

we handle at least a hundred grand a

Sophie. The shop wasn't big. If it were larger, the monthly profits could be astronomical. Suddenly, Gordon's words came to mind. "In an hour, with just a

because he bet

stakes weren't as high, but with a variety

could rake

saying you have to give them at least half or a third of your