Arthur, Amanda and Rose sat in the uppermost area of the auditorium.
Right above them there is still the second floor, a place for VIPs. Arthur saw several people who had many bodyguards there. Amanda who knew more about big figures knit her brows as she looked at some of them.
"Boss, over there, they are the bosses of the mafia groups on this island." Rose said to Arthur while directing her eyes to a certain area on the second floor.
At first glance, the people there look like business people. They are well-groomed, have an elegant aura. The only difference is maybe their bodies are nicer, no one looks fat, on average they look strong.
"The Mafia here is not as bad as in the Americas," Rose continued. "While they may also be in the drug business, it's not much and they're not trying to get people into addicts."
"Are any of them you know well?" asked Arthur.
