Players Invade Cyberpunk

Eight fell in one wave, another fierce battle with heavy casualties. Though more died than last time, the casualty rate was lower, thanks to the players' training over this period showing results.

[Red Barrel: At least you guys had a blast, using exoskeletons and bombs. Unlike me, holding a rifle only to get done in.]

[Water Moon Cave Heaven: Life needs to be fulfilling, bullets need to be fully loaded. See, I survived.]

[Pain-Free Hu Lang: What are you guys saying meow? Those not chosen can't understand meow.]

[Get Out, Youzi Chef: When will the next batch of game slots open? I want to play the holographic version of Flowers of Love and Thousand Colors!!! I want to conquer cyber beauties!!!]

[Pain-Free Hu Lang: Youzi Chefs aren't welcome here meow. Please leave, and give the slot to good kitties meow.]

[Get Out, Youzi Chef: Long-time Yuzu Club players have eyes that sparkle with confidence and intelligence increasing yearly, eventually becoming geniuses. Playing Yuzu Club transforms body structure, preventing incurable diseases. Once someone starts playing Yuzu Club, it indicates their wisdom, character, and appearance are all top-notch, allowing them to carry themselves with flair anywhere in life. Youzi Chefs have strong social justice and significantly contribute to public order, protecting ordinary lives...]

The players were noisy, but it didn't hinder Lin Miao's idea of gradually expanding the player base.

Because he couldn't afford it.

It's the truth. Players eat and drink, and all expenses are significant. Only those who have managed people know how difficult it is to manage affairs. Bringing in too many players at once would only make the office cumbersome.

....

Late at night.

Night City's alleys are like a giant maze. Once you enter, you can never predict what's around the next corner.

Gang meetings

Hidden bars

Black Mewtwo sale points

Even a crime scene for dumping bodies.

Once you become familiar with this turf, you can always find a place you like.

Having been in Night City for several years as a black doctor, Wolseck likes going to his familiar bar for a few drinks, but rarely gets drunk because who knows if business will come knocking.

But today, as he stepped out of the bar, he was staggeringly drunk, swaying like a paper ready to fall into some gutter, holding onto a bottle.

Wolseck's eyes were bloodshot, with bruises visible all over him.

Today he was kicked out by ERO and was beaten up by the company security before leaving, accused of extorting shareholders.

Damn it, how was he supposed to know the injured fat guy was a company shareholder, and that female medic?

Wolseck finally figured it out. The woman pushed the shareholder into his operating room right from the start just to get back at him, even alerted the director ahead of time to strike back for revenge days before.

Bam!

Furious, Wolseck smashed the bottle in his hand onto the ground, shattering into pieces, startling things in the shadows, not sure if it's a homeless man or a rat, rustling sounds could be heard.

"I've been at this business for so many years, and no one has dared to set me up like this..."

"Son of a bitch, you just wait..... I swear I'll kill you, cut your body into pieces and sell it to scavengers..."

He's a black doctor, mercenary, gang member, which black channel doesn't have connections? Killing an ERO medic is a walk in the park.....

At this moment the shadows in the alley seemed to come alive, starting to boil, the sounds growing louder, Night City's darkness is a man-eating monster, no one can see its true face....

A mantis knife emerged from the shadows, slicing through Wolseck's neck from behind, hot blood, after losing pressure balance, sprayed out like a fountain, the body lacking a central nervous control, wobbled and fell to the ground.

Blood, body, head, all swallowed by the dark.

The assassin wiped the blood off the mantis knife's blade, sheathed it, and retreated back into shadow.