Not sure how much better it is than the dregs Lin Miao drank last time at her place.
Lin Miao hadn’t looked into the tea market yet, but reckoned that stuff was pretty pricey.
Wagako’s old face was still as calm as ever.
"Zhengfa Chengtailang is aggressive, but it seems Mr. Lin isn’t worried about him at all."
Lin Miao leaned against the bar, signaled Lucy to prepare defenses, and casually dealt with this old fox.
After paying for a drink, he leisurely asked,
"Rather than Chengtailang, I’m more concerned about what stance the Tiger Claw Gang is taking, or should I say, are you, Mrs. Wagako, prepared to turn against me?"
"Like the Night Wanderer?"
The Tiger Claw Gang is notorious for escalating small fights into larger battles, a trope seen in third-rate novel villains, often starting with inner conflicts that turn into gang wars.
Lin Miao didn’t want to bother with such complications; if there’s a fight, it should be all in.
In terms of car paintwork, the Japanese street racer style is undoubtedly the most unique in Night City. Just by looking at the "Unmatched" and "High-of-Noon" decals and the green, red, and yellow paint, you can tell it’s the Tiger Claw Gang.
And when the Tiger Claw Gang moves collectively, it often means somewhere will flow rivers of blood. Even cars on the highway avoid getting close to this fierce motorcade, afraid of provoking these disasters and suffering collateral damage.
"Leader, this is where those mercenaries like to gather."
The dark convoy surrounded Horizon Office’s front and rear gates, with several motorcycles circling the entrance screeching "Night Road Death Wish," making it impenetrable, while inside the factory was eerily quiet, not a feather in sight.
Zhengfa Chengtailang sat in the car, frowning at the office from afar.
"Is this the place those mercenaries like to hang around?"
His heart was a little uneasy; last month’s events required a lot of money and favors to settle. And after laying low for a while, someone dared to ruin his plans again, even severely injuring Sazaki.
If he doesn’t get revenge, he might as well not be in this area; his men’s morale would collapse.
Sazaki, who had already gotten a new arm, sat next to Chengtailang.
"Reports from the men say it’s here. Brothers guarding here just said something happened inside; people returned."
He had recuperated for five days, exhausting his savings just to pull through. If not for the NCPD recognizing him as the Tiger Claw Gang leader and timely rescuing from players to send him to medical care, he’d really be done.
About a hundred people surrounded the factory, holding swords and guns, a murderous air all around.
"Where’s the Valentino Gang?"
"They just drove off; Ryosuke saw Gustav himself in the car. Recently, they’ve been getting beaten by the Sixth Street Gang. Those new weapons seem to have come from this company."
Though right now, Valentino is conflicting with the Sixth Street Gang, who do the gangs in Night City not get along with?
It will definitely be the Sixth Street Gang and the Tiger Claw Gang.
You can’t expect a bunch of people yearning to repeat the glory of the old United States to have a good face for the Neon People who have repeatedly stepped onto their territory, even carved out lands for themselves, right?
Especially the Tiger Claw Gang, who couldn’t be more eager to raise their noses to the sky, always talking about "Our Yamato Race" and "Spirit of the Showa Men," which the Sixth Street Gang sees as childish.
Meanwhile, the Tiger Claw Gang sees the Sixth Street Gang as a bunch of losers wailing.
The past is past; now is now. Don’t take the past as the present and the past as permanent.
They want to leave the mark of Amaterasu on this land granted by God to the United States.
So to say the Sixth Street Gang wouldn’t want to use new gear against the Tiger Claw Gang is impossible.
This time, it’s a chance to smash the company too, a great achievement for the gang, making up for the trouble caused a few days ago.
He looked at the bright automatic machine gun at the gate and ordered his men,
"Hack their defense system, prepare to enter, and leave no survivors."
As someone who doesn’t fight much, it was impossible for Zhengfa Chengtailang to enter the action himself; it would be unbecoming.
Soon, the hacker team he brought found the LAN interface nearby and connected.
After waiting for about ten minutes, there was still no response from the hacker team, which made Chengtailang a bit impatient.
He had paid for a well-known team, who should be able to easily bypass the company’s firewall data fortress.
"They said the opponent’s hackers and firewall are quite skilled, but it will be done soon."
After waiting another five or six minutes, just as Chengtailang was getting restless, the hacker team finally sent a message.
"Defense system had been taken over; you can go in now."
"What about their hackers?"
"They ran, but we can guarantee they won’t interfere in the upcoming battle; they were injured twice, and at least suffered neural burns."
The Japanese hacker spoke confidently. He saw traces of Huang Ban from the opponent’s data residues, possibly employed after leaving, but indeed skilled.
Chengtailang signaled the men to enter, successfully passing the machine guns’ friendly recognition, otherwise these gun turrets would be troublesome.
"Very good." Only confirming complete safety did he get off the bulletproof car, shouting to the surrounding eager-to-fight men, "The time for revenge for fallen brothers has arrived!"
At this time, the electronic warning at the door, already annoying the gang, became their first venting target
"Unauthorized personnel prohibited from entering; consequences are your own risk."
Several thugs immediately picked up baseball bats and smashed the speaker, breaking it into pieces
"Unauthorized personnel prohibited from entering; consequences...."
"Mess with me? Bastard!"
"I’ll slaughter you! Bastard!"
"What are you saying? Bastard!"