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In the corridor, listening to the system notifications ringing constantly in his ears, Lynn glanced at the surveillance eyeballs in the corners of the walls. Beneath his mask, a sly smile spread across his face.
The moment the system notifications sounded, he knew everything was developing exactly as he had hoped.
As the saying went, a crooked beam at the top meant crooked beams below.
And if the beams below were crooked, the top one was surely rotten beyond repair.
After all, when practically everyone from top to bottom was corrupt, bringing them down from the inside could hardly be easier.
And now?
With just a little trickery and the sacrifice of an Exosuit Factory, he had brought almost the entire operations department under his wing. After using the remaining Bio-Armor to reach an understanding with the higher-ups, he could now truly act above the law and do whatever he pleased.
Even if he screwed the Doctor's daughter right in front of everyone, those people would absolutely pretend they hadn't seen a thing.
Exactly!
This was how organizations in the Chaotic Faction worked!
Convictions, ideals, presenting a united front, standing together-none of that mattered as much as cold, hard cash.
So, in theory, as long as you looked after the interests of most factions and kept them fed, even becoming the organization's leader would be a breeze.
But Lynn also understood perfectly well.
Tricks like these only worked against the Chaotic Faction.
If he tried them on Dark Night City or the Mechanical Church, he would probably be hauled before a court before he could even open his mouth. Organizations with ideals and order had no shortage of hardasses who