Money Makes the Devil Turn the Millstone

Seeing his girlfriend fall silent on the other end, Winter could barely keep the grin off his face. The corners of his mouth kept climbing.

Winter was like a kid who had finally been given the toy he had always dreamed of and couldn't wait to show it off.

He looked down at his left arm.

A sleek mechanical arm of silver and purple fit perfectly against his shoulder.

Partially transparent hydraulic lines glowed with neon light.

Biomimetic silicone filled the gaps between steel and flesh, bringing machine and body into harmony.

The entire arm ran on built-in solid hydrogen batteries, each of which lasted a year.

There were two universal ports at the wrist and a microcomputer inside the arm that could quickly crack and control electronic devices.

He could plug his hacking gear into the ports whenever he wanted, and the palm even had a brand-new projection function!

It was equipment made just for him!

At a thought, the entire arm shifted, transforming into a vicious, razor-sharp Mantis Blade.

He swung it twice. The sound of its edge slicing through the air was intoxicating.

Then he retracted the Mantis Blade, and the Mechanical Arm returned to normal.

"It's beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!" Winter's eyes shone with fascination.

At last, a message came from Girlfriend.

"Where did you get all that money???"

Winter proudly tapped out a reply with his nimble mechanical fingers.

"Godfather gave it to me."

Girlfriend: "??? Some rich guy is keeping you?"

"Damn it! When will men finally be able to stand on their own two feet?"

Winter rolled his eyes. "Bullshit. He's a generous, dependable NPC. We've gotten into the habit of calling him Godfather."

On the other end, Girlfriend blinked. "The hostile boss you worked with before? The one whose name practically screams betrayal?"