[Man: Ohii~]
[Man: Not Black G. (Japanese)]
John's language plug‑in caught the conversation.
The other side didn't rush to shoot, probably because they'd scouted in advance and knew he was alone.
[Scan detected…]
They knew John had combat Prosthetic Body, so they decided to first shoulder their guns, then throw out some threats.
John could see it:
A bunch of Owl Town Gang punks.
Not East Asian Street Racing Gang, but seasoned street rats who'd joined the gang—guys on the level of doing shifts at the Sex Doll Club and public casinos.
"Eastern People got the balls to step into the West District?"
John asked.
The burly leader squinted, a lazy kind of viciousness in his eyes.
[Man: Mercenary? (Japanese)]
He had a language plug‑in too, could understand English.
[Scan detected…]
Scan data flashed in front of John again.
He tilted his head slightly, gaze cutting through the group, toward the modified truck with its high beams on.
So there was a hacker sitting in there.
