Players Invade Cyberpunk

The driver's mind was blank. He didn't know what he was thinking; he just desperately turned the steering wheel under the control of survival instincts. After a jolt, he really charged onto the sidewalk.

"What the hell!"

A few fearless pedestrians outside were knocked down all at once, but fortunately, the car wasn't fast enough to be lethal.

The other pedestrians who dodged in time cursed loudly.

"Your mom's dead, huh? In such a hurry to go home and pay respects?"

The drivers blocking the road also stared dumbfounded at this reckless madman.

If it were any other day, these people would be on Jotaro's dining table, but now he's not in the mood for that. Survival is the most important thing.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Though they were already on the sidewalk, the sound of motorcycle engines grew closer. Sazaki hurriedly leaned out the window and fired back.

But then he realized that it wasn't just one person chasing them, but a whole group.

Now the players weren't the mere twenty-plus scallywags from before. Among the 75 players, three or four dozen had already qualified to enter the city. This was also the first time those newbies participated in a real fight, which was naturally exhilarating.

The Egyptian Beauty leading the group shouted while riding her motorcycle.

"Remember, the one in the white suit ahead is Jotaro. The boss said, dead or alive doesn't matter!"

The excited players couldn't be happier; this was public-funded racing, and they didn't even have to pay for gas.

Joined by wild shouts.

Vehicle killer Li Sanguang: "The Bai Cheng of the fourth part! I love you so much, don't go! Let me see if your Platinum Star is developing properly?"

Great Britain Sword Saint: "Stop right there, quickly leave my sister-in-law!"

Mongolian Toplaner: "Dio Sama! Today we must capture Jotaro alive!"

With background music playing.

"Ahh ahh ahh! Lobster!"

Even using their mouths for titles.

Masked Rider: "Original Ishimori Shoutarou!"

But Masked Rider got too excited, tried to let go of the handlebars to show off motorcycle tricks, and ended up crashing and dying, rolling back to the forums to calm down for at least two days.

Someone had to collect his corpse, or it'd be three days.

One saying was, "Regret, just deeply regret it."

Asked if there'd be a next time, he dared.

Pursued Jotaro and Sazaki were utterly confused, wondering what the hell these idiots were shouting.

Were they reduced to this state by such dimwits?

But one thing was certain; these people were out for his life.

Sazaki anxiously said, "At this rate, we'll be caught sooner or later. Quick, take off the white suit, lose them in a crowded place."

"Damn it, sooner or later I'll settle this!"

Jotaro felt utterly wronged taking off his clothes; this was his favorite outfit. He intended to impress with it, but now he had to say goodbye.

However, when he finished removing the properly worn white pants and was left with floral shorts and lining, he tossed them out the window and heard the Egyptian Beauty shouting again.

"The one with the red bow is Jotaro!"

Jotaro could only helplessly take off his bow and throw it out the car.

"The one in floral shorts is Jotaro!"

Jotaro looked at his shorts, his face changed from white to red, then to green, and back to white, realizing the opponent was mocking him like Cao Cao cutting his beard and abandoning his robe.

The Neon People's passion for "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" continued unabated.

He was so angry that he burst out with curses.

"Damn it!"

The players chasing behind smiled gleefully.

"Why is this little Japan swearing?"

"He's panicking, panicking, haha."

"Classic panic moment."

The irate and frantic Jotaro and Sazaki kept shooting at the players, but the bumpy, shaking sidewalk wasn't meant for driving; forget about accuracy, they almost shook out last night's dinner.

However, driving on the sidewalk with no traffic rules would come at a price.

The bumpy road proved too much for the old car to handle in the end.

With a snap, something seemed to break, and the engine power diminished until the car broke down by the roadside.

"Damn, useless thing."

Without time to delay, Jotaro forced the driver to give him his pants at gunpoint, then scrambled out of the car, frantically putting them on in public while escaping under Sazaki's cover.

It was embarrassing!

When had he ever been this humiliated?

At some point, gunshots appeared on Sazaki's body; blood poured continuously from his shoulder and thigh, but even so, he was tirelessly protecting Jotaro's escape.

He glanced around, confirmed their position, and immediately said to Jotaro.

"Boss, head this way. Enter the subway station, and we'll be out!"

Saying that, he fired a few shots at the pursuing players, but with little effect.

Even Sazaki wanted to curse.

A normal person, when shot at, regardless of whether it hits, would instinctively find cover, but these people seemed ignorant of fear, braving the bullet and charging ahead.

The duo fired while retreating, continually scanning the surroundings.

"NCPD, where's the NCPD? Damn, this useless bunch disappears at critical times!"

If there was even one police officer present, whether Jotaro surrendered or claimed he was under attack, he could at least save his life. But disappointingly, today it seemed NCPD forgot to dispatch, as no trace of them was seen on Republic Avenue.

After their frantic escape, they suddenly stopped short.

Because a descending levitating vehicle blocked their way.