Capítulo 118: Factory

Walking alongside the iconic Brandenburg Gate, we positioned ourselves to await Dietrich's arrival. After a suspenseful 10 minutes, he finally appeared and our eyes widen at the sight.

He pulled up in a fucking Honda Civic, smoothly rolling down his window as he greeted us with a friendly wave. As we hurriedly walked through the bustling crowd, we eventually made our way to the car and entered.

Taking the passenger seat, I offered a warm "Hello."

"Welcome to Germany, The Nameless," he replied, steering the vehicle away from the densely populated area.

"Glad to be here," I responded, glancing around the car. "I was expecting a different kind of welcome, hahahah."

"Is it the car?" Deitrich inquired, analyzing Darjan through the rearview mirror. "Well, I've moved beyond the phase of flaunting my wealth; it only attracts unwanted attention."