Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

"They're actually going to shut down part of the prosthetic body? Interesting. Whose idea was this?"

"It's said that the animal gang was behind it. They've gotten stuck in Taiping again, so they're taking some time to organize a competition to open up the betting market."

"Are the participants really that honest? Will they just stay in their prosthetic bodies and fight honestly?"

"There are people from the Animal Gang keeping watch. That terrifying Savage King didn't come, but a woman named Rhino came to keep order. I've seen her before; she's a pretty pure boxer."

"Okay, I'll go check it out then and place a couple more bets. I don't know why, but I've been really into gambling lately."

"Damn, Mano, we need to be careful. We should go to Old Wei's place for a check-up when we have time."

"Is it that serious?"

“I’ve heard that implanted prosthetics can cause these reactions: rejection, gambling, and apathy.”

Vito quickly checked his prosthetic panel and found that he was still far from the limit, which reassured him a lot, but Jack's words also reminded him of something.

Although the data was accurate, we are in a real world where anything can happen.

Gloria was also a little worried at this point, so she had Vito lie down on the bed so that he could be checked out.

Jack followed him inside, and upon seeing the chair, he remarked with emotion.

"Is this a fully automated factory? How come you have so many robotic arms?"

Gloria explained to Jack.

"These were all modified by Vito. As long as you connect to the network, you can perform precise surgery. Vito dismantled a lot of things to modify these. In Vito's words, it was to improve his engineering capabilities."

Jack closed his agape jaw.

"No wonder Kaiyun spent so much money. I thought he bought a modified gun machine tool."

After a thorough examination, Vito's health was found to be normal, and Gloria and Vito were relieved.

"How about I stay at the shop tonight? If someone comes, I'll have the surgery; if no one comes, I'll rest."

Gloria proposed.

"No need. If we keep people on call 24/7, it wouldn't be good if Saburo Arasaka came to me to discuss business."

Vito made a little joke.

"Are you really okay? Although you are healthy, I think you need to rest."

Gloria was still worried.

"Really, there's no need. Besides, can you bear to let David come home every day to find his mother not there?"

Vito declined.

“David has grown up, and during this time, while Mann and the others were on a mission, David stayed with them at the Cherry Blossom Market.”

Gloria explained.

After David finished his training, he went on several missions with Mann's team and got along very well with the team members. In one raid on the Scavenger to rescue his comrades, he even fired his first shot, accurately hitting the Scavenger in the head.

Vito continued.

“I don’t need to do that lately. There aren’t many people in the shop anyway. I’ll just close the shop tonight and go play with Jack. Gloria, you don’t need to worry about me too much.”

Gloria nodded, and just then two people entered the shop.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

When Vito and his companions went outside, they saw two people dressed as mercenaries, a man and a woman, with the woman being more seriously injured.

"Doctor, please save her!"

Gloria helped the patient lie down in the chair in preparation for treatment.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. There were a few creaks at the door, and three SUVs stopped. Eight or nine fully armed people who looked like homeless people got out of the cars.

The male mercenary took a deep breath of strong medicine, then drew his gun, ready for a desperate fight.

Just as he was about to rush out of the car, Sto grabbed him with one hand.

"Don't panic, no one can get away with this in the Gunfire Kids game."

The people outside had already rushed to the port with their weapons, crowding together as if everyone wanted to kill the people inside first.

Cool! Crack!

The gun emplacements in Vito's shop protrude.

dong dong dong dong!

The muffled gunshots seemed to strike one's heart.

The 17mm special bullet snapped these people in half at the waist. The pre-programmed program was perfect. The turret didn't waste a single bullet. In just one second, those who were just yelling didn't even have a chance to groan.

"You'll have to pay extra for the bullets. If you bring trouble again next time, I won't let you in so easily."

Vito patted the mercenary on the shoulder and then walked out the door.

Stepping over a still twitching severed limb, Vito walked to the SUV and began to appraise it, then contacted the old captain to come and collect the vehicle.

"Hey Vito, I got the message. Send me a picture of the car. Okay, I'll have someone come to the valley to pick it up right away."

"Your car is right in front of my shop. I'll give you another discount. Could you send a few people to clean up in front of my shop? I still need to run my business!"

"Great! This was a good deal. Remember to call me next time!"

After ending the phone call, Vito beckoned the mercenaries over.

"Each bullet is worth 240 millimeters, and eleven bullets were fired in total. No objections?"

The mercenaries were a bit dumbfounded.

"Uh, no, no opinion!"

Vito lit a cigarette to dispel the surrounding smell of blood.

"Who are they? What deep-seated grudge do they have against you that they're chasing you like this?"

The mercenary paused and said.

"They're the Night Wanderers' men, they've come to steal our goods!"

"Night-walking ghosts? These people got through border control so easily?"

"Now, border control officers will let anyone in as long as they're paid!"

Vito was relieved.

"Privatizing law enforcement agencies—only a genius could come up with that. And what about you? Mercenaries? Vagrants?"

“We are wanderers, from the Snake Clan. My name is Carol Foster. Thank you for your help.”

Vito nodded.

"My name is Vito. Welcome to Guns for Kids. Want to get a modified gun for self-defense? I can help you get it tested at the shooting range."

Chapter 38 Not of Earth

After his companion was healed, Carlo paid the bill readily and even bought a rifle before leaving. Judging from how much he loved it, he would definitely become a repeat customer soon.

"Come on, Gloria, how about we go to the boxing gym and have some fun?"

Jack invited Gloria.

"No, I'd rather stay in the shop. I don't really like fighting arenas."

"Alright then, I'll have someone bring Old Vie's shipment over later. Gloria, you have them move the goods to the warehouse inside. Thanks!"

Gloria waved her hand, indicating that the two could go without worry.

Upon arriving at the Devil's Boxing Club, they saw Old Vieux talking quietly with Coach Fred in a corner.

"Hey, Lao Wei, how have you been lately?"

Vito stepped forward and greeted him.

Old Vito gave Vito a hug.

"It's alright. He watches boxing matches and fixes his prosthetic body every day. The old man is doing alright."

Coach Fred went up to greet Vito when he saw him.

"You're Vito? The famous Vito?"

Vito shrugged.

"It's Vito, but not necessarily a very famous one."

Fred was very excited, and he pulled Vito aside and said.

"I'm so happy you could come. I happened to be away when you came to the club last time, look what a mess this is."

Vito didn't understand why Fred was so enthusiastic, so he pulled Fred's hand away and asked him.

"Stop, stop, stop! Tell me what happened first. This is only my second time at the club today, so I shouldn't have anything to do with this, right?"

Fred explained.

"You know Night City is going to hold a competition. This is different from the previous underground tournaments. There are more people, more prize money, and more betting odds. This time, to make the competition more entertaining, they specifically instructed that some prosthetic bodies cannot be activated. Do you know what that means?"

Vito was very accommodating.

What does it mean?

"This means we'll see a lot of guys with superb fighting skills but no advanced cybernetic bodies participating!"

"so what?"

"So Vito, you absolutely have to participate. I heard from Jack that you once kicked a cyber madman with heavy prosthetics, Sianwistan, and a Mantis Knife right out of the air. You absolutely have to represent the club in the competition, and I will be your championship coach!"

Jack, standing nearby, complained.

"Hey! Old Fred, didn't your information say I was definitely going to win? How come it's Vito now?"

Fred patted Jack's burly arm.

"Sorry, as you know, Vito is now Heywood's most famous."

Jack couldn't deny this either; he could only say helplessly.

"Alright, what can I say if he's my buddy? But Vito, we have to have a match later, the kind where all the prosthetics are off!"

Vito laughed heartily.

"As you wish, Mr. Wells!"

After most of the club members had arrived, Fred arranged the competition schedule, with the champion representing Haywood in the Grand Prix.

After a round of cheers, the matches began in each boxing ring.

Among those participating in the selection were gangsters, mercenaries, and amateur enthusiasts. Vito even saw two NCPD officers participating in the selection.

Jack quickly defeated his opponent, a veteran of the club, whose opponent had struggled for six rounds.

Vito was even faster. After analyzing his opponent's characteristics in the first round, Vito seized an opening and knocked him down in the second round.

The selection process continued into the evening, culminating in the final match that everyone was eagerly anticipating: Jack Wells versus Vito.

In the first round, Vito went all out, landing a barrage of rapid punches on Jack's stance.

Jack could only keep adjusting and parrying, and in the first round, Jack was completely at a disadvantage.

Back in their respective corners, Vee, as Jack's temporary coach, was adjusting Jack's strategy.

"Jack, you can't just stand still and defend. You need to keep up with your footwork and dodges too!"

Jack was panting heavily.

"Vito's punches were fast and heavy. The force he transmitted through my gloves was so great that my strategy was immediately disrupted. I could only defend myself to prevent him from hitting my head!"

Old Wei pressed on Jack's shoulder.

"Relax. Vito wants to finish this quickly. You must not lose your composure. Use your feet, and you must also throw punches. Otherwise, even the strongest fortress will be breached under a fierce attack."

"it is good!"