The underground world of Eden City has its own evaluation standards.
That is, street reputation.
If your fists are hard enough.
If your name is loud enough.
Other forces won't proactively cause trouble.
"The reputation of mercenaries is something you can borrow, I heard you often go to a restaurant in the industrial area, the owner is called Genius, right?"
The masked man let out a strange laugh.
John glanced at him warily.
The other party waved his hand.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm just giving an example. You helped Genius out, you beat up the local gang's rent collector, which indirectly covers for the Black Engine Restaurant. Similarly, if a mercenary interacts with you, they're releasing their influence to support you..."
Peers can better understand the value of a job.
John hadn't had time to think it through, when footsteps and the sound of a door opening came from the back kitchen.
Gerry came out carrying new food.
