"Let''s take this car," George pointed to a ck SUV. "It has a lot of space and is really functional and... ."


    As George continued to exin the advantage of getting the SUV, Reign''s mood soured .


    "Are you the one paying for it?" Reign''s voice turned cold and threatening.


    It wasn''t that he hated the car, but he was annoyed that George was picking for him.


    George stayed silent, realizing Reign was still in a bad mood. He decided not to push it and simply waited for him to make his choice.


    After a couple more minutes, Reign finally made decided.


    He opted for a white pickup truck, notable for itsrger-than-standard wheels and heavily tinted windows.


    "How much for this?" Reign asked the sales man.


    "You can buy it for 10,000 Veiled Points," the salesman replied.


    "10,000 Veiled Points? I don''t have that much. Do you ept Installment ? Or maybe you can give me 80% discount ? "


    The salesman''s frustration threatened to explode over after hearing Reign''s outrageous request, but he maintained his professionalism, swallowing the bad words that hovered on the edge of his tongue.


    "Unfortunately, we don''t offer installment ns for this type of deal," the salesman replied with a respectful tone, masking his irritation behind a courteous smile.


    "Then how about the 80% discount?" Reign asked.


    "This..." The salesman was stunned but still kept his cool. "We don''t offer discounts either."


    "Are you sure?" Reign asked again, this time pulling out his card.


    The moment the golden color of it glinted, the salesman''s face turned from a smile to shock.


    "I apologize! I did not know that you''re a VIP," he eximed, his tone now filled with genuine surprise and respect.


    Someone had told Reign that Gold Members get special treatment because most shops would be banking on him getting big in the future.


    "Pleasee with me to the office, my position is not high enough to assist you," the salesman gestured, guiding them to a room located in the second floor.


    ***


    Inside the office, a man with a strong presence sat behind an expensive looking wooden desk.


    His brown hair was slicked back boldly, enhancing hismanding aura.


    The intricate tattoos on his face told stories of a life on the ghetto , adding to his intimidating look. Yet, his confidence was measured, not just in his stance but in how calm he was.


    He wore a sharp suit that wrapped his body perfectly, making him appear even more authoritative.


    As Reign and George stepped in, his piercing eyes quickly evaluated them, a blend of curiosity and caution in his look.


    It was immediately clear they were dealing with someone far from ordinary--someone who not only demanded respect but might also inspire fear in many.


    "Why did you bring this poorly dressed person here?" The man scoffed.


    "He''s talking to you, George," Reign said, redirecting all the insults.


    George felt the urge to punch Reign for mouthing off again but knew acting on it would be a mistake.


    Instead, he shifted his irritation toward the owner, who seemed less intimidating than Reign, a literal demon.


    "You really shouldn''t judge a book by its cover," George said, stepping up.


    "Reign, show him your card," he added with a note of pride. He remembered how the salesman''s attitude did aplete turnaround after seeing it and anticipated a simr reaction here.


    Reign, ying along with George''s though act, presented his golden card.


    However, instead of the expected shock or respect, the man simply nced at it and chuckled.


    "You think you''re the only one?" he sneered, pulling out a card of the same golden color.


    "This make things much easier . Give me a discount, " Reign spoke up.


    The man raised an eyebrow, amusement flickered in his brown eyes. "A discount, you say?" he mused, leaning back in his chair.


    The man had expected Reign to react with respect, or at least a hint of fear, after seeing his own gold card.


    Instead, Reign remainedpletely unfazed.


    Reign''sposure, coupled with his possession of a gold card at such an early age, left a big impression.


    Then, the pieces clicked--this had to be the same super talented neer Byron had mentioned, the one who shattered records left and right. Suddenly, everything made sense.


    There was an old saying the strong and talented would always stand tall and proud , and Reign was exactly like that .


    "Yes," Reign replied, his voice calm. "Seeing as we''re part of the same... circle," he gestured lightly towards the cards, "it only makes sense we help each other out. Consider it an investment in a long-term rtionship."


    The man chuckled, clearly impressed. "You''ve got guts, I''ll give you that. Alright, I''m curious to see where this goes."


    "Which car does he want ?" The owner looked at the salesman and asked.


    "He wants the white Rapter with the custom rim and interior,"


    After pondering for a moment and realizing the car wasn''t overly expensive, the owner decided it was best to offer it as a gift.


    "You can get the car for free, but I''m expecting you''ll remember this favor."


    Reign smiled, his confidence unshaken. "Good choice,"


    After the deal concluded, George was amazed at how smoothly everything went, unaware that Reign had received a personal message from Bryon, the Guild Master during their time in the store.


    It appeared the Guild Master had eyes everywhere and was keen on winning Reign''s favor.


    ***


    RING RING RING


    The sound of an rm roused Reign from his nap. As his eyes adjusted to the light filtering through his special bandages, he recognized the familiar trees lining the long highway road


    Through his filtered view, the world outside painted a serene yet vibrant scene. Sunlight, golden and warm, danced through the leaves of the towering trees that nked the highway, casting dynamic shadows that yed across the interior of the vehicle.


    Right beside him was George who was his personal driver.


    They were now en route to the first drugb they needed to destroy.


    To maximize efficiency, they chose to target the farthest target first, followed by the second farthest, and then conclude with the one closest to the city.


    This strategic approach meant that with eachpleted mission, they would be closer to the city.


    At the same time the farther they were in the city , the longer the back up fromw enforcers would arrived.


    While Summit City Area itself might be limited within the wall, its surroundings were vast, epassing numerous smallmunities.


    Many of thesemunities were owned by various organizations in one way or another.


    For instance, the town where George lived was owned by a real estatepany. People were permitted to reside there solely to prevent thend from being imed by anyone else.


    "Are we there yet?" Reign asked with a bored expression.


    They had passed through several smallmunities, and he was growing annoyed.


    To him, refraining from feeding on a human felt like such a waste.


    However, George cautioned him against causing anymotion, warning that it couldplicate the missionter on.


    Besides, the government might turn a blind eye if he killed criminals, but it would be a different story if he killed innocent people.


    "Close," George replied, and after another 15 minutes, they arrived at a small town.


    However, unlike George''s hometown with its country theme, this ce was much dirtier.


    Abandoned buildings dotted thendscape, and homeless-looking individuals eyed their car as they passed by.


    "Wow, this ce is perfect for a drugb," Reign chuckled, amused by the irony of hiding such activities in in sight.