The Inevitable Path to Becoming a Legend

After Su Wen successfully activated his "Deceiver" skill.

The security captain of Fals Casino believed him, stopping the escalating dispute that was about to turn into a brawl:

"Vern, the owner of the Freezing Point Bar, come with me."

In Detroit.

Compared to the White Hound.

Few people knew the name Vern.

So.

In the eyes of most.

He was no different from any other gambling addict causing trouble in the casino.

Fern Onions, with his gray-white hair, glanced at Su Wen. At this moment, he probably needed to reassess the value of this friend of Gore's.

After all.

To know his information and use it to frame Leis Angton while currying favor with the Fals Casino.

His allegiance was likely to be with a rival company.

Schlote Heavy Industries? Or Aseia Life Technology?

The White Hound didn't have time to think about these things now.

[You have experienced the event: The Persuader]
[Gained a chance to draw a temporary Ability Card for this game]
[You have obtained the skill card: Buffer]

Skill Card:

[Buffer Level 2 (Energy Consumption 0-100%): Based on the proportion of Spiritual Energy you spend, reduces the damage of the next incoming attack accordingly.]

A decent skill.

Gore enjoyed a bit of fun.

But he didn't think causing trouble with Vern was a good choice. Now that there was room for negotiation, he might be able to get a $1,500 reward for nothing.

So he was even more impressed with Su Wen.

His favorability also increased further.

"Hey, brother, you're something else. Indeed, only Leis Angton would dare to do something like this."

He then said admiringly, "If it were me, I would most likely shift the blame to the 'Carnival Convoy'."

Su Wen didn't answer.

He was sorting out just how intricate the power dynamics were in this chaotic Night City of Detroit.

The three followed the security captain into an elevator and arrived at Old York's luxurious office on the fourth floor.

York was a fat man, leaning back on the sofa with a cigar in his hand, squinting as he asked:

"I heard Leis Angton has his eye on me?

So, you, a former White Hound, wants to win over the Fals Merchant Guild?"

Vern knew that Su Wen was using his hidden identity to make the lie more believable.

So he wasn't stupid enough to refute it.

Instead, he gave a vague answer in a hoarse voice:

"You can't possibly not know what Leis Angton has done, Old York. Now the Night Watch has their eyes on them. Do you think you can escape?"

Upon hearing this sentence.

The system prompt in front of Su Wen lit up:

[Information obtained: Uncovered Leis Angton's ongoing secret experiment]
[Note: Maintaining the order of Detroit's nights amidst the chaos, perhaps you underestimated the Night Watch's capabilities]

Aside from Old Man Lin at the old bookstore and the identity he used when meeting the Duke of Bavaria.

In fact, Su Wen had never truly come into contact with the Night Watch organization.

The scene continued.

Old York leaned back on the sofa:

"I am indeed very afraid, so tonight's 'Coastal Neon Racing Bet' is also the last time the Detroit Fals Merchant Guild will be funding it."

The fat merchant with squinting eyes continued:

"If you're just here to communicate with me.

I don't think my relationship with a White Hound responsible for cleaning up garbage is that good."

Old York rubbed the cigar in his hand in the obsidian ashtray.

A hint of sharpness entered his tone.

"This city doesn't believe in friendship or ridiculous mutual aid.

It only believes in profit and madness.

Vern, what do you want, and what can you offer me?"

"My daughter, she's been taken. I have to get her out before those animals do anything to her."

Vern looked York directly in the eyes, his face scarred.

Then, he continued in a deep voice, "You find out information about my daughter and provide entrance permits, and I'll eliminate any potential dangers that may arise afterward."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

York seemed to transform back into the smiling businessman he was before.

He slowly said, "A request that isn't too much trouble for me, in exchange for a good opportunity that might allow Leis Angton to self-destruct from the inside.

Sounds pretty good.

But, these chips aren't enough."

He had already figured out Vern's bottom line.

Therefore...

Squeezing every last drop of value was something a black-hearted businessman had to do.

Just then, Su Wen, who had gradually figured out the relationship between Detroit's major gangs and giant corporations, calmly said:

"Putting aside other news, Mr. York, are you interested in personally participating in a gamble?"

"Oh? What kind of gamble?"

The information the businessman had received was very clear.

It was this unfamiliar, handsome gentleman who had stopped an impending conflict.

Compared to haggling with the White Hound who was accustomed to killing...

It was probably easier to talk to a smart person.

As a businessman.

In York's view, this mysterious gentleman was probably that smart person.

Su Wen said with a smile:

"I need an entry to the Coastal Neon Racing Bet."

"What do you want to get, the championship prize money?"

"Perhaps."

"Then, what if you fail?"

"Fifty-two million US dollars."

He revealed the account he had obtained from 'working diligently' at Schlote Heavy Industries.

"Mr. York, greed is good, but if cowardice makes you hesitant.

Then, I can pretend this bet was never mentioned."

Su Wen sat calmly across from the American businessman with the California accent, his eyes so deep that no one could figure him out.

At this moment.

The initiative had also come to his side.

Gore said in his ear:

"Are you crazy? Those lunatics in the Carnival Convoy don't care who you are."

"The City of Chaos has the most lunatics."

Su Wen replied with a calm smile:

"And like you and Vern, I need to get answers.

So, ritual and process are also necessary."

Su Wen had already understood the true meaning of the City of Chaos.

There was its own order.

Humans arbitrarily labeled their perceptions of others based on their own likes and dislikes.

But.

In any case.

There was one thing they all agreed on:

They needed noise.

Noise all night long!

"I agree,"

Old York said, squinting and smiling, "After all, it only took me ten minutes to realize we could definitely be friends."

[Due to the sufficiently lopsided bet you proposed, York appreciates your 'confidence' and bank account without considering you a fool. Fals Merchant Guild faction favorability +40]

[Current player buff: Seventeen-Sided Dice +10]

[Buff effect: 1. The next damage you deal will be subject to a dice roll during calculation, and multiplied based on the result (greater than 9 is a positive calculation, less than 9 is a negative calculation).

2. If you happen to roll a positive incentive, you will gain ten minutes of sustained good fortune.]

At this moment.

In his view, a quest chain radiating a faint golden light had already appeared:

[Hidden S-Rank Quest: The Great Legend Belonging to the City of Chaos]

[Activation Condition: Friendship level +30 or higher with three or more factions (As a stranger, this is almost impossible to achieve except by throwing money at them).

Or: Become a mortal enemy with more than ten factions]

[Completion Condition: 1. Personally destroy one faction. 2. Leave unforgettable memories for this city.]

[Note: The two elements of becoming a Legend: 1. Overcome impossible tasks. 2. Be crazy enough.]

[Since Detroit is involved with multiple Relics and is not far from the Lost Sea Border waters]

[Your subsequent achievement completion will determine the future Timeline Change Point: the direction of the 'Mist Sea Route' event and the beginning of the 'Will Rising' revolution.]

Su Wen finished reading all the prompts.

Half an hour later.

Amidst the boiling cheers and the wanton sweep of flashing neon lights, He arrived at preparation area number twenty-five of the mountain race.

In the garage there, Sat the most basic, low-end old race car.