For these players, nothing is a more unacceptable punishment than a game ban in such a unique game.
If you get caught as an example, it’s even worse.
This is why, so far, players stir up trouble but no one dares to cross the line.
Also, damn it, you’re a cop, how come you have no qualms about crime?
The cop was also taken aback for a moment. Indeed, it’s a problem; no one wants to risk getting banned, even a little.
So, after furrowing his brows in thought, he decided
"Here’s the plan, we still need loans, and we won’t pay them back, but let’s not purely commit financial scams. Start with a legitimate business, and then borrow money from the gangs to expand." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel⁂fire.net
"Then we’ll claim they’re the ones causing trouble, endangering citizen safety, impacting the city’s image; figure out a way to take them down as an example."
In such matters, the Dodgy Warrior can’t say he’s adept, but at least in the Hong Kong police circle, there are plenty of senior experiences to draw from.
You ask why not just rob?
All I can say is Mayer Economics is rooted in everyone’s psyche.
"Great idea!" Egyptian Beauty slapped her thigh excitedly and asked
"But what business should we do?"
The Dodgy Warrior’s gaze flickered, landing on the Rainbow Lion-tailed Scorpion on the shelf
"We’ll do the catering business; after all, those guys in the chemical room make beverage concentrates daily. Bring them in as partners; we’ll call it Kowloon Ice Room."
Egyptian Beauty nodded repeatedly
No wonder he’s such an experienced cop; his brain works faster than hers, even though she’s a student abroad.
"What about the news? Any big news from the Watson District?"
Egyptian Beauty went to Haywood, wandered around all day, but nothing caught Brother Dao’s attention. The news has to be big and explosive!
"Hmm... there’s something brewing, but it’s unclear if it’s true."
Dodgy Warrior, after all, is a cop, his information sensitivity is several levels higher than Egyptian Beauty’s.
"Isn’t the north part of Watson District a port area? It’s a hotspot for human trafficking. There’s rumors that the ships there transport container loads to Night City; the living ones go to the Tiger Claw Gang, the dead ones sell cheaply to the Scavengers and Vortex Gang. I think following this line underground might dig up something."
"And I’ve just received a tip-off that something seems to have happened in an abandoned factory in Watson District, and 54 TV crews have already gone there. I’ve planned to check it out with Brother Dao this afternoon... How about you? How’s your task progress?"
Egyptian Beauty looked around before getting closer to the cop and whispered
"Let me tell you a secret."
"Based on our current modeling of Taiping Continent’s underground pipeline scan, whether there’s a road to Dog Town is unknown, but there’s undoubtedly something big down there."
"Something big? Is it the Voodoo Gang?"
"Who knows what’s there; a part of the drainage pipeline’s spatial layout is missing, as if something was intentionally avoided during design. It might be an underground river, or perhaps a hidden major dungeon, and Wildman is still searching."
"What could be underground?"
"Who knows, but once we search, won’t we find out?"
Currently, there are few people, and large-scale team dungeon battles are frequent. The high-level, overpowered bosses are something individual player teams can’t handle, so there’s rarely any thought of hiding or monopolizing a dungeon.
What’s the situation?
Tom was completely baffled
The noodle shop’s business today was ridiculously good; within just a morning, he had sold out two days’ worth of ingredients.
Those returning Mercenaries surrounded his shop, pointed and commented, and with an "since we’re here" mindset, they ate a meal, keeping him so busy his head was spinning.
He knew his own situation; the noodles were made from ready-made synthetic powder, the seasonings and broth were mixed, and the taste has been consistent over the years without much change.
Moreover, those mercenaries all complained the noodles were salty, so it certainly wasn’t about the taste.
The nearby small vendors were also amazed, and as Tom was about to pack up, they stopped doing business and surrounded him.
"You didn’t drug the soup, did you?"
"You truly have guts. Aren’t you afraid of dying?"
Adding addictive substances to food isn’t uncommon to them; however, they lack the funds for such operations. If caught, mercenary thugs would come to wreck their stalls and kill them.
"I-I-I don’t know; everything was normal this morning..."
Tom stuttered and glanced at the flag that hadn’t been taken down yet, his eyes lighting up.
He parted the crowd, took down the movable red flag hanging under the sign, and raised it up saying
"I figured it out, it’s this. Today, the company’s boss gave me this flag, maybe it’s because of this that all those mercenaries came."
The others all looked puzzled; what does good business have to do with a flag?
You can’t possibly have a customer attraction +300% bonus suffix, right?
[Outstanding Partner]?
After Tom explained everything, the other vendors were still skeptical, until one reached out and flipped the flag over, revealing a few lines written on the back.
[This flag cannot be transferred or traded; after one week, Horizon Corporation will reclaim the flag, deciding the next recipient based on user ratings]
[The rating will be comprehensive, evaluating from multiple angles including dining environment, surrounding cleanliness, material standards, and service attitude]
All the small vendors were shocked; they in this street vending business were getting graded?