Jurassic ZT15 acquired the privileges to cut the line.
It passed through the blockade and arrived on the other side of the checkpoint.
Jilead slamd the car door shut, his face serious as he brushed past gang mbers and returned other people’s greetings, seemingly well-respected.
He ca to John’s side, took off his sunglasses, and said with a smile.
"F*ck, man, I knew it was you as soon as I saw the footage. The Red Light District clubs and bars are all talking about you, you know? Soone just asked for help to see if I could get an Alloy RCH. I cursed them off right then, not just anyone can drive that kind of car. Hahaha, it’s really f*cking aweso, bro, knowing you is such a badge of honor..."
Jilead leaned on the roof of the armored vehicle, looking very chatty.
The Raqi Group’s corporate soldiers are running wild in the city.
The Eastern People switched leaders, and every move pulled at the nerves of gang warfare. The Black Gold Gang higher-ups had Jilead lead people to guard the border zones.
"Sorry, brother, I know your shop just opened, but I have to patrol around the West District later, and can’t make it to support you... See you later, brother, if there’s delivery service, rember to send the number."
"Maybe, if it hasn’t gone bankrupt."
John suddenly thought of Mr. Vito’s retirent party tonight.
"Hey, are you going too? Bolago Banquet Hall."
He leaned his head out to ask.
Jilead, who had already walked away, stopped, his expression becoming complicated, supporting his waist as he let out a long sigh.
"... It’s all f*cking bullshit!"
Jilead took out a Golden Apple cigarette from his leather jacket, handed it to John, but after being refused, smoked it by himself.
Vito’s abrupt departure once plunged the West District streets into chaos.
Shops lost their protection.
Violence replaced order.
The rules were no longer followed.
Bone Shards easily took over the territory, power, and manpower.
Those who originally followed Vito faced choices.
Rebellions were easily quelled.
Either be sent to the most dangerous trade spots, becoming aningless death figures in news reports.
Or keep serving the gang, working well in the new positions!
Jilead belonged to the latter.
And he was doing well.
When John first t Jilead, he was just standing guard under a low-rent apartnt building on Dan Street.
But now...
Jilead had beco a true gang leader.
Under him was a big gang of lackeys at his beck and call, admired by street newcors with dreams, becoming well-known and respected, entering high-class places like clubs without needing reservations.
Jilead’s work attitude was very serious.
But he still kept in touch with old friends, maintaining his old tone.
Every ti he showed up, he’d be taller, stronger than the last eting, decorated with gold jewelry symbolizing his status, and the guns from his car trunk were all goods from high-end weapon stores put on display in the window.
Even the vehicle he parked by the roadside, costing at least millions of euros.
All of these were things Jilead never had before.
He thrived under Bone Shards, fully displaying his abilities and far from reaching his career’s ceiling...
Now.
The forr boss suddenly ca back.
Bone Shards and Vito are obviously two factions.
"...John, what do you think I should choose?"
"I don’t know."
John furrowed his brows, showing sympathy towards him.
"But you deserve everything you have now."
"Hehe."
Jilead shook his head with a bitter smile, crushed the cigarette butt with his bare hand, threw it away, and spat cigarette phlegm onto the ground beside him.
"It’s completely unfair, man, this shouldn’t be my problem... The people who should explain and choose shouldn’t be ."
Jilead waved goodbye.
The thick gold rings appeared even more dazzling against his black skin.
[Shop - J. Chavez Restaurant]
Running a physical dining establishnt in Eden City is a tough task; chain brands and vegan machines have already divided most of the market.
John had already ntally prepared himself.
The Jurassic ZT15 crossed the regional checkpoint, left the expressway, and turned into the road where the shop is, only to find it bustling like crazy.
Chavez was a car restaurant.
Behind it was a circular one-way road connected to the kitchen window, currently clogged with vehicles waiting for als.
The vehicles were mostly modified.
The waiting custors looked strong, with street traits, their arms leaning on the window either tattooed or fully chanical, and the quality of muscle bundles varied...
John’s first reaction was that soone was there to make trouble.
In the ti he hesitated, new vehicles had already caught up behind him, so he could only go with the flow and queue up.
The custor flow was beyond imagination.
John followed those cars, observing carefully:
This group of fierce-looking n and won were actually very orderly when queuing to get their als, paying without any issues, and were even quite patient.
Custors who had waited too long chatted with others.
They were all from the sa circle, knowing each other, like so kind of gang et-up.
Before long.
John’s Jurassic ZT15 stopped in front of the food pickup window.
He had ordered a [Mixed Burger] online.
The aroma wafting from the restaurant kitchen was strong.
Through the food pickup window, the kitchen looked like a battlefield, occasionally hearing Gerry’s impatient shouts.
"Here’s your al, sir."
An unfamiliar xican girl leaned out from the food pickup window.
She was wearing a chef’s hat, her body stained with grease, with small wounds on her natural hands as she handed the wrapped burger into the Jurassic ZT15.
John confird he didn’t know her.
He was just about to ask sothing.
Ding ding ding—
The food pickup bell rang.
This was to tell the custors behind they could move forward now.
John gave up asking, started the vehicle and headed to the parking lot behind the restaurant—this open-air parking lot was tucked in an alley, surrounded by wire fencing, theoretically part of a comrcial facility.
Since the city’s secondary comrcial planning.
These parking lots close to consur areas are typically leased together with the stores to the sa person, given to them for managent and charging.
John used to be in transportation.
He understood the ropes here:
The company’s shops, thanks to this policy, transferred the right to charge for parking from the municipality to themselves.
Only a strong fist could keep the place safe.
If it’s like Genius’s Black Engine Restaurant, surrounded by unreasonable local bullies, they would ss around in your parking lot, even take it over entirely as their private garage.
John arrived at his parking lot.
Here too, it was filled with all kinds of vehicles, the custors weaving through them almost all had police bounties on their heads, a variety of people, but the majority were rcenaries in the city.
John, full of doubts, parked his car and walked towards the restaurant.
The mixed at burger in his hand emitted a savory aroma.
John hadn’t had a decent al lately, so he spontaneously shoved the food into his mouth, the seasoning of the patties was excellent, and juicy, not on the sa level as fast food sold at street stalls.
But that’s not a reason to attract rcenaries.
Ding—
The glass sliding door’s chi was drowned in a wave of noise.
The restaurant looked even more crowded.
John almost thought he had walked into so gang bar:
The restaurant was packed with custors, tables and chairs shoved askew, muscular n, and exuberant girls barely fit in their seats.
They teased each other.
Beer and food scraps piled haphazardly near the bar, footprints and dirt covered the floor...
The air was filled with heat and dirty jokes.
All these custors were carrying weapons.
Long guns, short barrels, and various oily knives glinted, so even proudly showed off, rolling up their sleeves to reveal an electrically sparking Mantis Blade and dark gun barrels...
"WTF?"
John’s eyes widened, his chewing stopped.
His fingers trembled slightly, suppressing the urge to draw and fire, hoping for so calm on site to give him an explanation.
John forcibly squeezed to the front of the bar.
Gerry, carrying a load of food, ca out from the kitchen, rang the service bell, shouted a number to the chaotic hall.
A bald guy bragging next to the bar stood up.
He tossed his cards aside, blocking half the light as he went to get his things, glancing at John in passing.
"Wow, look, the man himself finally showed up."
The burly man greeted John on his own accord, revealing an ugly smile, picked up his plate and returned to his card ga.
John responded in confusion, looking around, many others were also greeting him.
Clatter—
Gerry ca out again.
He put the order on the iron stick, removed the printed ticket.
John quickly followed him.
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