That night, when Wei Lan returned to Night City, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

The Night City in the middle of the night is blocked off, but this is certainly not a problem for Weilan. The local gangs have many ways to escape from the policemen. Therefore, when Weilan goes around in circles, he comes to the next life.

, it’s almost dawn.

But when Weilan arrived in the next life, Rogge had not rested yet. She was sitting at the bar, holding a wine bottle in her hand, with a yellow light in her eyes, obviously communicating with someone.

"I know, but it's just a transaction between us, so I have no obligation to tell you all those things."

"So? What I am today is all about myself. If you really think so, ha, you can give it a try."

Rogge picked up the bottle and took a big sip, "Okay, hang up."

The pupils returned to normal, and Wei Lan also took the opportunity to cough and walk in.

"Come back?" Rogge turned around and looked at Weilan, narrowed his eyes and continued: "How is the situation?"

"Marcus flew to another city to hide. He was warned a few times, but he should be fine," Weilan replied.

Rogge nodded, put his fingers in his hair, and she lowered her head to taste the wine.

Weilan stayed for a while and couldn't help but said: "I really don't understand why you did that? The question that the idiot from the Sixth Street Gang asked is also what I want to ask you. Rogge, this doesn't look like you

."

"Then I'll answer you with the same answer I gave to him, Weilan, do you think you know me very well?" Rogge looked sideways at Weilan and asked aloud.

"Of course not. You are my grandma's generation. I have never guessed what grandma thinks correctly."

"Anyway, Wei Lan, Night City cannot be in chaos right now. If the Sixth Street Gang and the Valentino Gang really become a problem, then the only one who can benefit from it is the Tiger Claw Gang."

"You mean those kittens on Sakura Street?" Weilan chuckled.

"Haha, little kitten, Weilan, the Tiger Claw Gang's affairs are not as simple as you think." Rogge laughed and shook his head.

"Anyway, remember to solve what I want you to do in the morning."

"I understand. You should go to bed early. You can't stay up late at your age."

"If you dare to mention your age in front of me again, be careful I'll shoot you to death."

One night passed, and the interesting thing was that even though so many things happened in Saint-Domingue last night, in the morning, everything seemed to have returned to calm.

The city's trams are still running, and Stanley's annoying voice still rings in people's ears.

The company dog ​​takes the subway or drives to work, and the people in Night City who are running for a living also start their "hard-working" day.

Night City, this beautiful city did not have any problems due to the "explosion" incident and the "armed fight" with the gangs.

But in the valley of Santo Domingo, it's a little different.

Getting up early from bed, Old Johnson walked out of the room first, and then looked at his two daughters. The eldest daughter, Donna, had already gone to work, while the younger daughter was still in her sweet sleep. Children are so easy to deal with.

, she was so frightened that she cried and hiccupped last night, but she still fell asleep comfortably in her sister's arms.

Old Johnson glanced at his wife again. She was finishing breakfast.

"David and the others went back last night. Johnson, is everything over?"

"It's not that simple. I now understand that the Sixth Street Gang is not reliable at all. He asked for such expensive protection fees from us, but when those bastards came to harm us, they ran away!" Old Johnson said to

His wife said angrily.

He has lived long enough to know why the Six Street Gang was formed.

The self-defense force was formed to protect the locals of Santo Domingo from harm and oppression by companies, police, and gangs!

But now? They have changed!

They became the objects they once fought against and began to exploit the people of Saint-Domingue!

When Old Johnson thought of this, his chest and lungs ached with anger.

He covered his chest and said, "We have to persuade David's family to leave here. The people of the Sixth Street Gang are very small-minded. They will not be grateful to their family just because they have helped people like us. Instead, they will hurt them."

"

"I won't allow this kind of thing to happen," Johnson said in a loud voice.

The wife wanted to say something, but looking at Johnson's face, she just nodded silently.

She wanted to ask Johnson, if the David family really left, what about us?

When people from the Sixth Street Gang come to ask, what should we do?

What should Donna and Joanna do?

But she couldn't ask.

"Let's go, let's go warn that brat." Johnson put on his coat and carried a sawed-off shotgun and said loudly.

"You go ahead and I'll take care of Joanna at home," she said.

"Okay, then I'll go there alone." Johnson nodded.

After pushing open the door and walking out, Johnson walked towards where David's family was, but as soon as he turned a corner, a surprised expression appeared on Johnson's face.

Old Johnson looked at the scene in front of him and nervously took off his sawed-off shotgun.

"Hey, Steve!" Someone called Johnson's last name. Johnson raised his head and looked over, and saw the manager of the store selling Mewtwo in the commercial street looking at him with curiosity on his face. He continued:

"Why are you carrying a gun?"

"Stephen, why are you here?" Johnson asked curiously.

Putting the gun behind his back, Old Johnson noticed at this moment that these guys in front of him were all residents of the previous generation around the commercial street.

The big fat man is the owner of the gun shop in the commercial street, the woman is the owner of the restaurant, and that guy is an employee of the auto repair shop.

Hey, this is really weird!

Why are these guys all here?

Old Johnson blinked, a little confused.

"Of course I'm here to meet the new owner of the River Valley area, oh no, to be precise, it's the new owner of this street." Stephen An said, with a bit of anxiety in his tone, and then whispered:

"I hope he will be an easy guy to get along with. To be honest, I have had enough of the guys from the Sixth Street Gang. They have really gone too far recently. A few years ago, they only collected protection fees once every six months, but this time

It has become half a month and I have to charge it once a month."

"My fucking 1,200 euros, they want more money from me just because my business is good? OK, I can give it, but when my shop is demolished, where will their people be?"

Where were the gang members when they were fighting in my store?"

There was anger in Stephenan's tone.

"Wait a minute, I still didn't understand. Did you just talk about the new owner of this street? Who?"

Johnson looked at Stephen An in confusion. This middle-aged man with a mustache and long hair was also a native, just like Johnson.

In Night City, most ordinary people who are not mercenaries are original products. Only mercenaries who risk their lives to make money will be covered in prosthetics.

"Hey, aren't you here to find him?" Stephenan looked at Johnson doubtfully.

Johnson: "I haven't seen him yet, how can I find him?"

"Then you came at the right time, Johnson. I saw it last night. When that guy faced the Valentino Gang and the Sixth Street Gang, he actually opened his mouth and told them to get out of the street!

He, he is so handsome! Oh my god, he also said that gang members will not be allowed to enter this street from now on, and that this street will be all owned by him from now on! That guy is so awesome!" Stephen An

Said loudly.

With a pious expression on his face, Stephen An seemed like a little fanboy at this moment.

"What? Is there really such a guy? He dares to attack the Sixth Street Gang and the Valentino Gang?" Johnson was stunned.

"Of course, what I saw with my own eyes can be fake? Anyway, just follow me, we are waiting for them to come out now."

Stephen Ann said loudly.
Chapter completed!