Vulture was looking at Regina's face all the time so it did not take him long to understand her confusion. "Okay. I mainly deal in making illegal drugs and weapons."
"Oh..." Regina's eyes went wide hearing that. She had seen about these kinds of people in movies, she used to think of them as some old bald or nasty looking guys with tattoos all over the body including face, but she had never thought while watching those series and news that she would be sitting next to one of them.
"I have lab all over the country for manufacturing unique and high-quality drugs. But I am not limited to that only, I also create weapons and sell them to the highest bidder. And right now I am also trying my hand in slave trading."
'Disgusting.'
"Impressive." She kept up the facade. "I am not even sure how, to begin with, all of this."
"Well it takes time and money," he explained. "And some luck at starting."
