As the massive metallic figure rushed into view before Maine's crew, he pinned down the entire hood, levering the car into the air and instantly warping its frame.
Then came the piercing screech of the roof being torn apart, a sound enough to make anyone recoil in terror. Time itself seemed to stretch out at that moment.
Shuofang Si could even make out Adam Smasher's terrifying face through the windshield.
At that moment, everyone in Maine's crew was consumed by despair.
Shuofang Si's life even began flashing before his eyes.
He remembered Viktor and Jackie, whom he had met in Little China, and the crewmates riding in the car with him now.
He even remembered the legendary drink recipe he had jokingly left at the Afterlife last time: Sprite, Choco Pie, and a splash of whatever hard liquor was handy-a reference nobody understood.
Damn it. I came to the Cyberpunk world, but I haven't even become a legend yet.
Am I really going to die here, full of regret?
Fuck this cesspit of a world. Fuck this shithole called Night City. If only I had the power...
The memories swiftly faded from his eyes. A heavily armored hand seized the roof and ripped the whole thing off like the lid of a cardboard box.
Night City's multicolored neon light spilled in from overhead, illuminating Adam Smasher's horrifying alloy face.
He lowered his head slightly, sweeping his gaze over everyone in the car as though inspecting vermin. To him, every member of Maine's crew was an ant.
Shuofang Si was filled with despair, but his tenacious spirit still drove him to make one final, desperate attempt. He would strike first.
D4C darted forward and delivered a vicious blow straight to Adam Smasher's head.
*This is my only option. His whole body