Iron fences, operating tables for cyberware modifications, and all kinds of equipment Su Xiao couldn't recognize.
However, in 2077, this was commonplace.
You could see these things in any legitimate hospital or ripperdoc's clinic.
At most, the building would be larger and the lighting brighter.
Unless you opened your eyes and found yourself lying on an organ-harvesting operating table.
Then you were in serious trouble.
These never-ending, impossible-to-eradicate Scavengers would dig out all the cyberware and organs from your body and sell them.
If you really fell into their hands, you had to find a way to escape or kill yourself.
At least the latter would spare you some suffering.
If you couldn't do either of those two things,
then there was only one option.
Pray.
Pray that when they harvested your kidneys, they hadn't forgotten to give you anesthetic.
"Hey, Old Wei, up this early to watch boxing?"
Victor turned off the screen and looked over. "I'm getting old. If I don't watch this, what else can I watch? I can't keep up with the things young people like anymore."
His gaze fell on Su Xiao. "Your friend?"
"No, my partner—the really close kind," Jack said seriously.
"Partner, huh?"
Jack had always been very careful with his choice of words.
Friend, brother, partner.
He never used them carelessly.
"As long as it's business, I welcome it. So, what can I do for you?"
His tone was casual, as if he were a restaurant waiter asking what they wanted to eat.
Jack rolled his shoulders, producing a series of crackling sounds.
He turned around, presenting his back to Old Wei, and ran a finger down the center of it.
"I'm thinking of getting a new Sandevistan. What do you think?"
Victor was so shocked that his sunglasses nearly fell off.