"...F*ck, is this Jilead?"
John felt unfamiliar with the man in front of him.
He looked at least twenty centimeters taller, muscles inflated, his entire throat to chest covered with black soft metal.
"Hmm, now you should call him Mr. Jilead."
Gino crossed his arms, introducing in a calm tone.
"He is now the general manager of the Habitable Rental Company, in charge of rents in the West District and the checkpoint on Dan Street..."
Listening to his friend's current situation, John felt a sense of being transported to another world.
Jilead had been venting his emotions in this fight club for the past week.
Equipped with a super prosthetic body, he went into the ring high on drugs, resulting in no fighter successfully advancing for a whole week.
"Does the Black Gold Gang management allow this?"
