The gang leaders were debating future strategies, as players' increasingly frequent activities have made them hard to handle.
Why can gangs freely operate in Night City while the NCPD seems powerless against them?
Because while cops have boundaries, gangs don't. Murder, bribery, kidnapping, threats, framing—there's always one that suits you. Even if you're not afraid, your family will be.
But when faced with a group that's even more unrestrained and indifferent to morals and life itself, all past tactics beco useless.
Kidnap a player? Extort a player? Murder a player? Bribe a player?
All futile efforts. They don't even have a raft; they're a group that calls everyone "mom".
Therefore, the gang bosses' ideas are quite conservative: endure this wave of pressure, and there will always be a chance.
And only Okada Wako kept silent from start to finish.
Until plates of sushi and sashimi with an intricate Japanese culinary flavor were served by a chef in front of them.
Morton felt hungry after speaking for a long ti. Without much thought, he picked up the fork and knife and started eating, not fearing any poison inside due to his modified digestive system.
But everyone else didn't touch the knives, seeming to find the texture of the at sowhat strange—not resembling artificial at, nor the common textures of chicken, pork, beef, or fish.
"Ah... Hahaha..."
The man wearing a chef's apron and tall hat let out an eerie laugh.
"Why aren't you eating? Is it my cooking skills? These ingredients are extrely precious; eat them while they're hot."
The chef was large, his head almost touching the ceiling. The seated gang leaders had to look up to see his face against the light.
"Who are you?"
Shiguro Juro looked impatiently at the chef.
An assassin? Or a crazed lunatic?
"I'll give you five seconds. If you don't say sothing, I'll twist your head off."
But the man ignored his threat, speaking to himself.
"How about I make a dish for you?"
He polished unused knives and forks in his hand from Brick's side, while a Tiger Claw mber couldn't stand it any longer and prepared to step forward to drag out the deranged chef.
His hand had just reached the man's collar.
"Ah!!!"
A fork pierced through his original right eye and directly pulled it out, slicing through the blood and nerve tissue connecting to the brain and swiftly touching the man's neck. Clutching his throat, the young man fell to the ground in disbelief, blood bubbles continuously erging.
And the chef, in front of everyone, placed the eyeball in his mouth with a fork, chewing with enjoynt.
"Hmm... Delicious. That's why I hate people who install artificial eyes on themselves; it's blasphemous to nature."
Afterward, he took off the chef apron and hat, revealing a signature suit—blonde hair, blue eyes, deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, appearing as a European aristocrat.
If disregarding the blood at the corner of his mouth, one might even think he was a noble European young man.
The change in aura made the people who wanted to act hesitate, but they surrounded him.
"Don't rush to act."
Okada Wako, who had been silent, finally spoke.
"I'd like to hear what this young man has to say."
The keen-eyed old woman imdiately recognized his Slavic descent—a Soviet, able to co here, and only those behind the Cleaner group.
The man shrugged towards the surrounding bodyguards, giving Wagako face. Several gang leaders signaled their guards to return by their side.
"Let introduce myself; you can call Benjamin."
Benjamin pulled out a chair and sat down, not treating himself as an outsider, grabbing the plate in front of Brick and began eating while speaking.
"Let's start six months ago. Back then, who feared the NCPD or any rcenary, lawyer? Who dared to touch you?"
"And now? Everyone seems like fish out of water."
"Look at like this..."
Shiguro Juro: "Psycho."
"Right."
Benjamin wasn't bothered by the label given to him.
"Even psychos like know why you're having a psychological diagnosis session in the kitchen of a bustling restaurant late at night, not daring to venture out during the day..."
The leaders silently watched the psycho reveal a group.
"Because of those rcenaries from Horizon Corporation."
Except Ogata Wako, the others' expressions turned stiff.
No choice, they were scared.
"It's unfortunate that those outsiders have shown all of Night City your vulnerability."
Benjamin turned to Shiguro Juro.
"Let guess, Tiger Claw Gang can't even collect protection fees recently, right? What would you have done before? Now?"
"..."
"Do you really think getting Taiping Continent will make you settle? That's just the beginning."
"Do you think hiding in a fortress you've created will keep you safe?"
"Rember, compared to them, my people are more like cyber psychos. They'll break through your walls and rob all your illegal earnings, then tear your heads off and use them as soccer balls."
Everyone's faces grew increasingly grim, as from their understanding, Benjamin was right; those people really could do such things.
Francisco on TV asked, "So what's your solution?"
After finishing his al, Benjamin elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin.
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