From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

Muammar praised the car at length and quoted a price of 7.3.

Leo knew the price was unreasonable because the car was sold for less than half price in the game. It's clear that the true fans of the Samurai band are either broke, don't care much about the car, or... are already dead.

But he does intend to buy them. As a former "player," these cars that appeared in the game and had story-related benefits are extremely valuable to collectors.

Since money isn't an issue, then—"Fine, I'll buy it."

After transferring the money, he asked the dazed Muammar, "Speaking of which, isn't this car Johnny Winner's? How did it end up in your hands?"

Muammar shook his head vigorously to clear his mind: "That poor guy got beaten up by a die-hard fan of the Wu Shi Band and stopped being a fan. He's going to sell this car to raise money for plastic surgery and plans to find a new idol. You know, that Gang Lie Band, 'Bo Bo Chicken Bo Bo Chicken'! Ever heard of them?"

Leo was intimidated; his rough voice wasn't suited to singing such cute songs: "We're on the same side, don't open your mouth!!"

That tone of voice almost triggered his cyberbullying disorder!

However, those brainless fans are really crazy.

"He's even planning to get plastic surgery to look like a woman?"

“Yeah, it’s a shame it’s over for him in this lifetime anyway.” Muammar sighed. “He wanted to sell me this car, and I even paid the deposit. But on the way here, he got killed—a few thugs who frequented the streets took a liking to his car and just killed him. I hired someone to steal the car back, that’s all.”

After he finished speaking, he quickly observed the expressions of the people around him, and sure enough, he saw suspicion in the eyes of everyone except Leo.

"Damn it... I knew it! You all suspect I staged this myself, but it's really not true. Everyone who's heard about it thinks I did it. I'm so innocent..."

V joked with a laugh: "There's nothing we can do. Whoever benefits the most is the murderer. That's how it's portrayed on TV every day."

Early Signs of Talent: Chapter 119 The Secrets of the Sixth Street Gang

Life is tough, Muammar sighed. "I've already buried those night ghosts in the wasteland next door. If you don't believe me, come with me and we'll dig them up and take a look."

Leo shook his head frantically; he had no such hobby.

If he were to pick out the gangs or factions he dislikes most in Night City, the top three would definitely be the Cleaners, the Chaotic Blades, and the Nightwalkers. These three factions are notorious for their evil deeds and are typical examples of chaotic and wicked forces.

Most of their members are three types of people with no fixed identity, no fixed territory, and no bottom line in their actions; they are truly despised by everyone.

In comparison, even the Vortex Gang, whose members are all cyber-psychotic, and the daily chiseling of the elusive and ruthless, are far more terrifying.

Furthermore, since the "human lie detector" V did not react, it means that Muammar was not lying.

"Don't even mention the Night Wanderer, I feel like throwing up just hearing that name."

Leo steered the conversation back on track.

"I've already bought my own car for transportation, but now I need two more four-seater vehicles with good defensive capabilities, preferably equipped with their own weapon systems. Do you have any recommendations?"

Muammar pondered for a moment, "Your requirements are quite high. I only have a few that meet the criteria. Come and take a look."

The group moved quickly together and spotted several alternative vehicles.

"The Herrera 'Weller,' 755 horsepower, all-wheel drive, armored body, bulletproof tires, and built-in machine gun, perfectly meets your requirements. It's one of the best cars I have, a fixed price of 20."

“Fine.”

"Ah... okay, then let's take a look at this one..."

Muammar talked on and on for a while, and then Leo took a fancy to a Gudera 66 "Traveler".

This is a model not found in the game. It features four seats, an armored hull, and bulletproof tires. This vehicle is said to have been designed for upper-class people who want to travel with their families. It has excellent defensive capabilities but no built-in weapons.

The price is 9.5.

Leo bought it without even blinking.

Honestly, these used cars are priced at only 3% to 5% of their original price, which is very cheap.

After buying four motorcycles in one go, Leo had no more interest in looking at cars, so he handed over the initiative: "Jack, do you want to take a look at the motorcycles here? Or are you planning to buy a new one from the official website?"

Jack had been waiting impatiently for a while, and without thinking, he said, "Of course I want to take a look. Actually, I was planning to buy a used car anyway, and I'm just checking the official website to compare prices. My main job is as a bodyguard, so I need to set aside more money for combat cybernetic devices and weapons."

After he finished speaking, he went up and started chatting with Muammar.

His goal was very clear: he stated that he wanted to buy Nazaré's "Sky Dome".

“No problem, I have several Nazarei motorcycles here, all models are available, even better than Sky Dome.”

With his silver tongue and promise of a discount, Muammar successfully persuaded Jack to buy a more luxurious Nazaré "Izuma Ten".

This car is named after a bird-shaped monster from Japanese folklore. It is Nazaré's top-of-the-line racing model and also comes in limited-edition paint schemes.

In addition to the vehicle modifications Jack wanted, the discounted price was 5.5.

Leo suspected that Jack had been ripped off; he must have revealed his budget to get Muammar to set the price at that level.

But after test driving it, Jack and Vera felt the car was worth the price.

Muammar also protested, "This is a limited edition factory paint job, 99% new. I only sold it to Jack at this price because you're so supportive of my business. If you don't believe me, check online; this car is easy to sell."

Seeing that Jack himself was so eager to pay for the car, Leo didn't say anything more.

Jack didn't buy the Sky Dome, but instead bought this Izuma Ten, which can be considered as stepping onto another fork in the road of fate, which is something to celebrate.

Having earned 61 euros in just half an hour, Muammar felt like he was about to faint from excitement, and was even walking on tiptoe.

He went to the storage room and took out five small flags, which he then pinned to the rearview mirror of each car.

Leo looked at the Stars and Stripes flag, which was exactly the same as the one worn by the Sixth Street gang, with a surprised expression: "Why are you putting a flag on the car? Is there any significance to that?"

Muammar shrugged and casually handed him a small flag: "Don't let its mediocre workmanship fool you, each one costs three hundred euros."

Leo's heart skipped a beat, and he took it to examine it.

It's just an ordinary souvenir flag, except for a strange mark on the corner.

Muammar explained, “This is a ‘safe pass’ sold by the Sixth Street Gang. If you wear this on your car, they’ll know you’ve paid protection money, and they won’t rob you. Oh, no, they won’t rob you easily, but you never know. The design of this flag changes every month, and it expires next month, so you have to buy a new one.”

"The Sixth Street Gang's behavior is really unseemly," V chimed in.

"Who says otherwise? Merchants within their territory have to pay tribute and protection fees, or they'll be facing constant trouble from them."

"Even you, the middleman, can't be exempt?"

“I’m not a priest, don’t overestimate me.” Muammar sighed helplessly. “My relationship with the Sixth Street gang is so-so. They steal cars, I help them modify and sell them, and I share some of the profits with them. That’s all. If something really serious happens, they might not be on my side.”

"By the way, since we've come this far, let me give you some advice..."

Muammar had a cigarette in his mouth, but didn't light it, seemingly just needing a bit of smoke to help him clear his mind.

"Recently, try to avoid coming to the Santo Domingo area, and it's best to stay away from all the Sixth Street gang's territories. I have a bad feeling that things might get chaotic here."

Leo frowned: "What do you mean?"

Muammar gave him a deep look, paused for a moment, and said, "I think you're a decent guy. I'll give you some definite information, just to make friends. The Sixth Street Gang might be in trouble, a leadership struggle, the kind that's deadly."

"The current leader of the Sixth Street gang, Rick Morton, nicknamed 'The General,' and the gang's number two, Will Cannon, are on the verge of a complete falling out. I'm not sure when they'll start fighting, but it certainly won't be long."

He held up the small flag: "Right now, both sides are desperately trying to make money and buy weapons. Sometimes, one group of people has just finished collecting protection money, and the next group arrives right after, forcing people to pay double. This is not a sustainable model; it just depends on which side can't hold back any longer."

While he was speaking, Leo multitasked, checking the data on the computer with Chunbai.

The Sixth Street Gang leadership transition—this is just background information in the game; in 2077, Will Cannon had already successfully taken over.

It's just that it's 2076 now, and those infamous battles that took place in northern Heywood haven't happened yet.

This might be an opportunity; he should write it down and study it carefully when he gets back.

Emerging Talent: Chapter 120 Muammar: I kneel before my sugar daddy!

Having bought his dream car and obtained some valuable information, Leo was in a very good mood.

He is a generous person and is very willing to share his happiness.

“Listen, Muammar, I have another order. It involves a variety of vehicles, so I won’t pick them myself. Could you help me check them out?”

Hearing that there was still a chance to make money, Muammar quickly went to his sugar daddy's side: "No problem, you're already my VIP customer. Every car I sell to you will be personally inspected by me to ensure there are no defects. Is there anything else you need?"

Leo pointed to the sky and said, "This time, buy some affordable ones: a Nissan Thunder Mackintosh, a Nissan Thunder Colby, and a Chevrolet Thrace—just those three brands. Get me 20 of them. My budget is no more than 5 per car, and they must have armored bodies and bulletproof tires. There's no rush; just have someone deliver them to the designated location in the next few days. Is that okay?"

Can it work?

Of course!

The total value of this order is close to 100 million, plus the previous 60. The money we made from Leo alone today would have taken us at least half a year to sell.

Muammar nodded frantically: "Of course! To be honest, a car worth 5 euros is already considered high-end here. Mercenaries usually buy Hera or other cheaper models that cost a few thousand euros. I'll try my best to get you a car within five days, including modifications, and send someone to deliver a few to you every day."

"Okay, here's a 30% deposit. I'll send you the delivery address tomorrow."

Leo transferred 30 yuan as a deposit to him and walked confidently towards the four luxury cars he had bought.

Looking at his back, which seemed to shimmer with golden light, Muammar felt his knees go weak and he really wanted to kowtow to his sugar daddy and beg him to come and patronize his business often in the future.

Everyone is a middleman, but their personal wealth is clearly on two different levels...

The purchase is complete; the next step is to drive the car back.

Jack's Nazaré still needs modifications, and it was agreed that Muammar would send someone to deliver it to the Wolf Bar tomorrow.

The four of them can drive four cars.

“I’ll drive this one,” Leo said, patting the convertible Porsche 911.

This is a vintage car produced in 1988, but the good thing is that it's a vintage car, and Leo is sure he can drive it. As for the other three, he's a little unsure about them, wondering if his "expired driver's license" can handle these modern cars.

Unexpectedly, this reasonable arrangement was met with strong opposition from V.

"You're the least capable and most valuable member of the team, yet you're being asked to drive the worst car in every aspect. I'm afraid your brains will splatter on my windshield. Don't even think about it, it's not going to happen!"

V moved closer to him, lowered her voice, but her tone was resolute.

Vera chimed in with a word of advice: "You can drive this car to the upscale areas, but forget about places like Santo Domingo and Watson. I did a quick look around when I came here, and the area isn't exactly safe."

"Fine……"

With both V's objecting, Leo had no choice but to surrender.

"I haven't driven in a long time, so I'd better practice again and get a driver's license. How am I going to drive these four cars back?"

"Isn't it common sense that car dealers offer free car delivery to your door?" V asked, puzzled.

"Wouldn't that expose our location?"

"You think you haven't been exposed? Don't even think about it. In Night City, even the personal privacy of company executives can't be kept secret. Everyone here might sell your information for a little money. Unless you change clothes every time you go out and change locations every few days, you can't hide."

V's words completely broke his heart.

A moment later, he got into the passenger seat of Shi Zhongjian's car.

He originally wanted Vera to be his driver, but she got in first.

"My driving skills are pretty good too, don't worry."

Seeing the concern in his eyes, V offered words of comfort.

But Leo was still worried: "V, this car has 1660 horsepower. If you floor the gas pedal and run a red light like last time, we might not survive the day..."

"I was too excited last time, I'm very calm today!"

Without saying a word, V started the vehicle and drove out of the garage first.

Leo repeatedly checked his seatbelt, really wishing he had a rosary nearby so he could pray a little.

Fortunately, V was quite reliable this time, and she drove very smoothly.

Four luxury cars lined up and sped through the streets of Santo Domingo, attracting 1000 stares.

Whether they were passersby or members of the Sixth Street Gang, they couldn't help but stare at these vehicles and casually put their hands on the handlebars or gun handles.

Fortunately, those few small flags still had some deterrent effect, and they could only watch the luxury convoy drive away with reluctant eyes.

Shortly afterward, the convoy successfully returned to the underground parking lot next to the apartment.

As esteemed residents, each person is entitled to three free parking spaces. Leo, Vera, and Sasha together have a total of nine spaces, and with only five cars currently on the road, there are still plenty of spaces available.

The car purchase process is now complete.

Leo glanced at the time. Only two hours had passed since Sasha left. Considering that it would take her time to get home, she probably hadn't finished packing yet.

Make a phone call to confirm.

After the call connected, I heard a jumble of noises coming from the other end, indicating that they were still packing up.

"Um... I have a lot of stuff, could you give me another... uh, an hour and a half?"