Scavengers on the Taiping Continent, especially in the seaside area of West Wind Manor, were particularly rampant. Local scavengers even dared to openly sell bloody cybernetic limbs to black-market doctors and count the money right before everyone's eyes.
But those were yesterday's stories.
When the iron fist first hit their faces, scavengers felt for the first time the terror of having nowhere to hide.
The former leader of the scavengers who once ran amok in Night City, the Ripper Benjamin, was not hiding in some underground corner of the Taiping Continent as others imagined, but in a luxurious top-floor apartment in the city center, complete with an open-air swimming pool for enjoyment.
Did they really think he would be the boss with those mud-legged guys in poverty-stricken hills?
What's the use of having money if not to enjoy life?
