"There are only two smuggling routes out of Dog Town: one belonging to Netherworld Dog and the other to the Cleaner. Netherworld Dog is hard to deal with, so once we completely take out the Cleaner, their smuggling routes will belong to us, right?"
The players didn't treat the restaurant NPCs as outsiders and began discussing smuggling in broad daylight.
But this is like overhearing someone at a roadside restaurant saying they want to storm into the White House and take the presidency, it's at most a joke and can't be taken seriously. Even the waitress secretly sneered at their overconfidence.
That's the Cleaner we're talking about, a tough nut that not even Hansen or the Night City Council could crack, yet these drunk mercenaries thought they could brag. They could boast about anything; even Morgan Black Hand seemed insignificant in their eyes.
Wildman leaned back in the chair and stretched lazily.
