There were five such auction houses within the territory of the Callahan Clan.
Over the years, just these five auction houses had filled the Callahan Clan's coffers, eliciting countless envious glances.
But tonight, this filthy den, causing havoc to countless men, women, and businessmen in search of thrills, was burned down to the ground.
The auction house was made entirely of wood and caught fire as soon as the flame touched it.
Tim stands before the raging inferno, his glasses reflecting twin flecks of firelight. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, gently shook the pack, and took a cigarette with his mouth.
He lit his cigarette with the torch in his hand and then tossed the torch into the fire.
Under the cover of night, he appreciates the fairly decent sce
