Bab 220: Agreement

"They say that age begets wisdom. Looks like that's true," said Aldrich to Gerard.

Gerard put a bashful hand on his head. "Don't you try to smooth talk your way around this old man. I'll still be keeping a close eye on you."

"Understood," said Aldrich. That meant that of the six chiefs, Clint and Gerard were now for him. But he still needed more.

Specifically, Aldrich wanted Z. She was the most useful one here with her specialization in technology. The fact that she was the creator of the fake CID (citizen identification) template meant she was an undeniable genius on par with or even above Panopticon higherups.

"Now then," Aldrich turned to Z. "Does my deal sound a little better?"

"To me, it doesn't matter much," said Z, unfazed. "Unlike Clint, I am not itching for a fight. Unlike Gerard, I don't have so many riders that any of them will go hungry. The services I provide in the criminal underworld are utterly unmatched.