A crowd had gathered around them to watch the spectacle.
"Hey, buddy! You're trying to rip me off? Why am I short four bags?"
"I deducted them from Pablo's share. Got a problem? Go take it up with him."
"I can't get to Pablo, so I'm asking you! You're the one who's shorting me now. I could use your intestines to pave the road, but unfortunately, that still wouldn't get me my money."
"Oh? Feeling uncomfortable? Come here, I'll loosen you up, brat!"
Both sides drew their pistols at the same time and fired a shot at each other.
Then they both collapsed.
Only then did the surrounding people panic and retreat.
But the fight was already over.
It was hard to say whether these two had been too good at shooting or simply too unlucky.
They had both, without exception, been hit in vital spots.
They died on the spot.
Su Xiao shook his head.
Actually.
Street killings and armed brawls like this were not uncommon in Night City.
This was exactly what the Mega Corporations were happy to see.
The worse public security became and the more chaotic the environment grew, the more important weapons and private security services appeared.
In any case, there were plenty of NCPD officers and corporate security forces in the areas where they operated, Corporate Plaza and North Oak. Riots could not affect them either.
Chapter 175: Buddha's Compassion, Amitabha (3,000 words)
Okada Wakako's Pacifico shop was located on Winding Street.
After walking for only a few minutes, Su Xiao found Wakako's shop.
He ignored the people sitting outside playing pachinko, pushed aside the curtain woven from plastic strips, and walked in.
The innermost room was Okada Wakako's office.
If one word had to describe it, it would be small yet refined.
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