Even if they ate the same food, they would not grow into the same kind of people.
After getting out of the car by the roadside, they had to pass through several pitch-black alleys to reach the building where Jack lived. It was there that Su Ming and Ciri were blocked by a few punks.
Some smarter people had already run off, afraid of getting dragged into trouble. But those who constantly did drugs and drank did not have such good brains.
Maybe they had not recognized Silverhand, or maybe the Sword in the Lake was simply too tempting. In any case, they blocked the two with guns in hand, vicious grins on their faces. There was no need for them to speak to know they wanted to squeeze some money out of them.
Watson District was a chaotic place, packed with gangs. Even in a place like Night City, it was called a "bad neighborhood," with more than a little of Little Gotham's flavor.
The nearby streets belonged to the Valentino Gang, a South American-style gang mainly made up of hoodlums from the slums. This gang was actually fairly humane, but no organization could be completely free of scum. The larger the group, the harder it was to guarantee overall quality.
"Buddy, nice shades. Let us borrow 'em for a while?"
The leader was a Latino man with a little mustache. He had shifty eyes and a rat-faced look, and he kept sniffling as he spoke. Clearly, the drugs had kicked in.
He did not have much cyberware on him. Valentino Gang members were not particularly into loading themselves up with cyberware either. They believed that making it on the streets depended mainly on unity and ruthlessness; external things were not that important.
"Yeah, your chick's not bad either.