"Woohoo!"
A young man with a multicolored mohawk smashed the bottle in his hand against the floor and let out an excited roar. "Way to go, miss! I'm with you!"
This was the slums of Night City!
The people here simply didn't care about brawling, injury, or even murder!
To them, only real blood and death could perhaps bring a shred of excitement and stimulation to nerves whose thresholds had been raised by the Gaia Network.
"Kill! Kill, kill!"
A stripper who had undergone more than fifty percent modification screamed as she began tearing at her clothes.
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
The onlookers eagerly egged them on, delighted to see the chaos grow bigger.
"Fuck... how is this chick so strong?"
The agonizing pain of losing his ear finally brought old Matt back to his senses.
But he awkwardly discovered that he seemed to be weaker than this maid—he actually couldn't throw her off!
"Give me back my money, you crooked merchant!"
At this moment, Miss Fisher finally revealed the physique of a modified human, slamming a fist into the floor.
The ground immediately cracked open, exposing a cement hollow beneath!
"What money? I don't know anything about that!"
Old Matt's eyes darted as he immediately began evading responsibility.
"I clearly heard you say it just now."
Fisher rose to her feet, lifted old Matt bodily into the air, and snarled, "Give it back, or I'll kill you!"
When dealing with people from the lower levels, only a direct threat to their lives was truly effective!
"The money... the money... I already handed it over to the Blood Hand Gang."
Old Matt truly felt the killing intent radiating from the young maid, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
"The Blood Hand Gang?"
It was as if Fisher had instantly had