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Ke Ling picked up the submachine gun. He had only been in this world for a short time, yet he already had two guns and had taken three lives. He truly lived up to his reputation as Night City.

"We need to find a place to settle down; it's almost dawn."

Looking at the sky, Ke Ling immediately felt a sense of crisis.

He hadn't felt any danger at all when he was being gunned down, but now, facing the faintly white sky, he felt as if a great calamity was about to befall him.

Although the city is called "City of Night," it does have daytime; the "night" here has absolutely nothing to do with "darkness."

The "Night" in "Night City" is "Night," the surname of Richard Knight, the city's builder. The name was changed in his honor after his assassination.

"Fortunately, someone gave me some money. As long as you have money, you won't have trouble finding a place to go in this city."

While searching the two cleaners for loot, Ke Ling found some money on them. It was thanks to the fact that these two guys were cleaners that they often encountered cash transactions.

In any other profession, finding money on a person is a pipe dream. In this era where everyone is equipped with brainwaves, the prevalence of online transactions is astounding.

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Chapter 12 Wild Wolf Bar

Ke Ling moved quickly through the alley and soon he was out of the alley.

This place is really awful; he encountered many homeless people huddled in dark corners along the way.

Perhaps it was the pungent smell of his fresh blood that deterred anyone from daring to challenge him along the way.

Of course, it's also possible that the two guns were strapped to a conspicuous place on his body, making people realize that he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Brother, were you just pulled out of a pool of blood?"

As soon as Ke Ling arrived on the street, before he could even adjust to the dazzling neon lights, someone struck up a conversation with him.

"You look pretty cool in that outfit, but be careful you don't get mistaken for a demon and killed on Valentino's territory."

Before Ke Ling could answer, the person who had spoken up started talking, acting as if they were very familiar with each other.

"you are?"

Looking down at the person who had taken the initiative to talk to her, Ke Ling narrowed her eyes, then her heart tightened suddenly—it was that familiar feeling again.

With his exaggerated vest, gleaming gold prosthetics, glittering jewelry, and tattoos of the Holy Spirit and Jesus Christ, this man looked like he'd stepped out of a Mexican neighborhood.

Of course, what really made Ke Ling feel familiar was that hairstyle. Despite being of Latin descent, he had a "ginkgo bun" hairstyle similar to that of a Japanese samurai.

"Hey bro, this is a wolf pack, don't you recognize me?"

The Latino man had an exaggerated expression, looking like he'd had quite a bit to drink, and he was joking with Ke Ling.

Ke Ling looked around and realized that after leaving the alley, he had indeed arrived next to a bar with a strong Latin flair.

"What? People actually believe this now?"

Ke Ling breathed a sigh of relief. He had confirmed the identity of the person in front of him. It was none other than Jack Wells, the "young bartender" of the Wild Wolf Bar.

"Shh~ Brother, don't say things like that. If you say something like that looking like that, someone might actually shoot you."

Upon hearing Ke Ling's question, Jack Wells made a shushing gesture, but he clearly didn't care much.

This guy was sitting on the steps outside the Wild Wolf Bar, with several bottles of liquor beside him, looking quite dissolute.

It's all thanks to him being the "young moderator" here, otherwise he probably would have been kicked out long ago.

"How much have you drunk?"

Ke Ling was somewhat helpless and decided not to pay any more attention to the drunkard. He strode forward, walked past Jack Wells, and went straight into the Wild Wolf Bar.

It was almost dawn outside. For safety's sake, Ke Ling decided not to look for another place to stay. She would just rest here during the day and go out again at night.

Once you pay, buy a drink, and sit there all day, how can this bar possibly kick you out?

Even if they really kicked him out, Ke Ling planned to stay put. He figured he could just pay them more money; he didn't believe they would stop him from staying.

Upon entering the bar, Ke Ling casually found a seat and sat down. There weren't many people in the bar at the moment, only four or five customers, and the bartender was idly wiping glasses.

This is the time when the bar is least crowded; it's almost dawn, and people who have been out all night have already left.

However, even though there were only a few customers left in the bar, Ke Ling still felt the attention he was being noticed, with subtle glances constantly falling on him.

Well, Ke Ling understands that his appearance might indeed be somewhat similar.

If you have a pair of conspicuous goat horns, don't blame people for mistaking you for a devil.

Of course, in this era, no one would really think that Ke Ling is a demon; people would only think that he deliberately got plastic surgery to look like that.

Night City is a huge city with over seven million inhabitants. It's not uncommon for one or two people to have a screw loose and give themselves goat horns.

However, to put a pair of goat horns on his head and then deliberately come to the territory of the "Valentino Gang" is a bit too disrespectful of his own life and the "Valentino Gang".

Everyone knows that the "Valentino gang" places great emphasis on tradition and customs, which is the foundation of their rule.

Although concepts like "Christ Jesus" have little market appeal in this era, they are still part of their cultural tradition.

Just look at their religiously themed accessories and tattoos, and you'll know that regardless of whether they still care about those dogmas, this cultural tradition still has some influence.

The Valentino gang members maintain a close connection with the local Latino community through this sense of traditional identity and shared customs.

They took root here, branched out, and absorbed anyone who respected their culture and traditions, making this place a cohesive unit.

The community’s loyalty protects the gang members, and any police or corporation that tries to infiltrate the “Valentino Gang” will find it impossible to make any progress. In return, the “Valentino Gang” will protect the entire community.

"This is Haywood, the Valley region, Valentino territory. Although God doesn't interfere, you'd better show him some respect."

In bars, there are always plenty of people who get into trouble after drinking too much.

Soon, a man dressed in a manner clearly influenced by Chicano culture came to Ke Ling's table and began pointing and gesturing at him.

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Ke Ling was speechless. He hadn't expected anyone to actually meddle. Jack Wells really did know Haywood.

But he didn't want to look like this, so how is he supposed to explain it to people?

The scene became somewhat awkward. Ke Ling's silence clearly displeased the meddlesome drunkard.

It's easy to imagine how someone who's drunk will react in this situation: they won't care about what others think, they'll only feel ignored.

"Speak! Are you mute?"

Seemingly to ease the awkwardness, the drunkard spoke up, placing his hands on the table and moving closer to Ke Ling.

The smell of alcohol emanating from him even masked the aroma of human flesh, or rather, created a strange, mixed fragrance.

How to put it? It's a bit "intoxicating," similar to "drunken shrimp" or "drunken crab," with a slightly tempting flavor.

"I didn't mean any offense."

Ke Ling swallowed hard, and as he spoke, his hand reached for the submachine gun. The pistol was out of bullets, but the submachine gun still had some.

"Hey bro, give me some face, don't cause trouble at Wild Wolves."

Finally, before the conflict erupted, Jack Wells staggered over and pulled the man away.

The "young bartender" of Wild Wolf Bar still had some influence, and he resolved the problem immediately upon his arrival.

The drunkard mumbled something about "disrespecting our traditions," but he still obediently followed Jack Wells away.

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Chapter 13 Jack Wells

Chapter 13 Jack Wells

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Ke Ling hesitated. Maybe he should leave. He never expected that he would be held back by his appearance in this world!

The key point is, who would have thought that having devil horns on one's head would be seen as deliberately causing trouble? This isn't the Dark Ages!

Just as Ke Ling hesitated, an old man with gray hair walked towards him, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

"I'm sorry, kid, he's just drunk. He wouldn't act like this when he's sober."

The old lady spoke softly, placing her wine glass on the table as she did so.

"Consider this drink as my apology on his behalf. Don't blame him."

The old lady had gray hair and wore a knitted purple sweater with a sleeveless black jacket over it. She didn't have any flashy gold jewelry on her.

"This"

Ke Ling was somewhat uncomfortable with the other party's politeness and composure. Although he had only been in this world for a short time, he seemed to have already gotten used to these people's vulgarity and madness.

"Thank you. Actually, I can understand him, but the reason why I became like this is indeed not easy to explain."

Since the other party was polite, Ke Ling naturally wouldn't be impolite and would also show them respect.

He tried to explain why he had goat horns, but eventually gave up because it was really hard to explain.

“It’s okay, child. Everyone has their own story. You don’t need to explain. This was that child’s fault. We have our own traditions, but we can’t use those traditions to demand things of others.”

The old lady smiled and shook her head, instead comforting Ke Ling. It has to be said that she was incredibly considerate and understanding to an almost frightening degree.

"thank you"

Ke Ling could sense that the old lady wasn't just saying nice things, but that every word she spoke was sincere and genuine.

"Look, Mrs. Wells is helping people solve their problems again!"

Jack Wells sauntered over, put his arm around the old lady's shoulder, and joked with a smile.

This old lady is his mother, Guadalupe Arahandra Wells, whom people call Mrs. Wells, and she is the owner of this Wolf Bar.

Ke Ling recognized her just now. It has to be said that this old lady is indeed very popular. No wonder everyone in the "Valentino Gang," no matter how powerful they are, treats her with great respect.

Of course, Mrs. Wells was a powerful and influential figure in her youth, but she has now retired from the world.

"Jack, how much have you drunk? Go sober up."