Saying that, Lin Miao saw the remittance request sent by Wagako. After receiving it, another 10,000 Euro was deposited into the account.
Not much, but it shows the intention.
"Ah... look at the fuss this caused, making me feel embarrassed." Lin Miao's voice rose a few notches, then he tucked the gun back into his waistband and kicked the punk in the butt, signaling with his eyes to make him scram.
This money wasn't meant for saving anyone. A lowlife punk's life isn't worth that much, maybe not even 100. Even if Lin Miao actually killed him, Wagako wouldn't say anything, much less cause trouble, but it would definitely plant a rift in their future relationship.
Furthermore, it's hard to say if it wouldn't attract NCPD or some other trouble because of the body.
Maintaining good relationships with valuable customers is a business iron rule; there's no need to push others too hard if it's not necessary.
"For the next deal, I'll definitely approach Miss Wagako again. We should find a place to talk slowly."
"Then Mr. Lin, it's a deal."
"Said and done."
Their conversation finally ended, and the punk was long gone, likely to be dealt with by Wagako anyway.
The gunshot just now also kept passersby away, and the homeless scattered, leaving the silent alley empty. Lin Miao leaned against the wall, his legs slightly weak, his shirt soaked with sweat, far from the calm and composed look he showed earlier.
"Damn... old hag, Sonny Madre, the suit I just bought wasn't even worn for a day before it went to the homeless."
After cursing, Lin Miao's hands shook, his back shirt drenched. This wasn't his first time firing a gun, but it was the first time shooting at someone. He bore tremendous pressure throughout the whole ordeal. This damned place was almost as chaotic as northern Myanmar, maintaining calm communication with Night City's famed Tiger Claws intermediary, being pointed at with a gun while forcibly controlling his fear instincts—it's impossible not to sweat.
After resting for a while, he turned and walked out of the dim alley, not stopping because he still had to meet the next intermediary.
This time, however, he didn't walk because Lin Miao believed Wagako wouldn't send anyone to tail him, even if she went crazy, instead turning to take the bus, with Santo Domingo as his destination.
His car
was rented!
Lost or damaged, he'd have to pay for it. Although Lin Miao now had substantial funds, he saved wherever he could early in his career.
Fortunately, the Tiger Claws' men were decent, leaving the car after moving the meat, even kindly closing the door. Seeing that it was the Tiger Claws' affair, others dared not touch the car.
Lin Miao naturally opened the car door and got in, Columbus V340-F, an ordinary cargo van, although it's 2075 and another world, the vehicle driving method was unchanged, even a manual gasoline vehicle.
As for the driver's license...
No! (Confident without reason)
NCPD seldom checks your driver's license unless officers are looking for trouble.
Driving the car to the southeast of Santo Domingo's Coronado Farm.
Although it's called a farm, no farming happens here. It's the main activity area for the Sixth Street Gang. If possible, Lin Miao wanted to stay far from these chaotic places, but unfortunately, the car-renting and selling intermediary, Old Captain, operated in this area.
The streets here were piled with burned-out and still-burning trash, the disgusting stench of black smoke filled the air, but no one cared. Most passersby walked with heads low, eyes vacantly, swaying as they walked, and Lin Miao worried they might fall and die.
But it's not their fault.
This is Night City's worst industrial area, where factories were built, demolished, and built again, resembling a rundown construction site. Since Huang Ban discharged toxic waste into Santo Domingo's groundwater in '61, countless people contracted Minamata disease, infant deformities soared, and every household had patients. Without a filter, every cup of water you drank might be your last. And the intermediary Old Captain, born in this land, seemed a nice guy, but only seemed so.
"Haha, brother, how's my car? Satisfied?"
Driving the car to the parking lot, a mushroom-fringed middle-aged man immediately greeted with open arms, smiling all the while.
"Of course, who in Night City doesn't know Old Captain's cars and services are top-notch? You wouldn't scam your brothers, would you? The feel is excellent, like new. I can't wait to buy it and drive it for miles."
Stepping out, Lin Miao's eyes flashed with surprise but quickly opened his arms for a hearty embrace, completely different from the arrogance shown in front of Wagako, now as straightforward as a native Santo Domingo person.
People around were a bit surprised at this scene. Despite Old Captain's unremarkable reputation among Night City's intermediaries, he was someone in Santo Domingo, and not everyone had the privilege to be so intimate with him, and this guy had just exchanged a few words with Old Captain three days ago. Before this, he never had this attitude.
After they disengaged, Old Captain Muammar Reyes chuckled, saying, "No worries, I like you, brother. Drive as long as you want, pay when satisfied."
He then signaled his men to check the vehicle for wear or damage and... anything else.