Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

Jack looked closely and laughed.

"Those are Mox's people. The girls are all pretty, but buddy, they'll drain you dry!"

Vito realized that it was the Mox Gang, headquartered at the Liz Bar. Most of them were women, making them a relatively human-like gang in Night City. Their members were mostly sex dolls and disadvantaged groups, and the gang's main focus was on mutual help.

"But seriously, did you see that girl in the middle? My heart was practically leaping off the building!"

Jack looked in the direction Vito was pointing and agreed.

"Good taste! Should we go over and say hello after the event? And maybe ask her if she wants to grab a late-night snack?"

"Come on, Jack. You know I'm socially awkward and I'm most afraid of talking to strangers."

"Hahahaha, get lost, Vito!"

After tonight's match, Vito and the rest of Mann's team said goodbye.

He and Jack went to the Wolf Bar. Hearing that Vito had a game that night, Mrs. Wells insisted on preparing a table full of food for the two of them when they returned.

When they arrived at the bar, Mrs. Wells had already set the table and was waiting for the two brothers.

"Let me guess, tonight's match went very smoothly. The smiles on the two young men's faces don't lie. Come on, I'll bring the dishes up."

Vito and Jack didn't just sit there either. Vito brought out the hot soup for Mrs. Wells, while Jack carried out the burritos.

Once the dishes are served, a joyful family gathering begins.

……

"They took out Kanter? Any details of the operation?"

Roger sat in the private room of the afterlife, holding a glass of wine, listening to the recent events.

"Two people blocked the entrance to the Whole Foods factory and killed Conte."

Roger took a sip of his drink.

"Kant is truly a complete idiot. What did the Whirlpool Gang say?"

"Now that Reuss is in power, he and Conte are at odds, and he's probably hiding in the factory laughing right now."

“Those two mercenaries are interesting, Tasi. Contact them for me tomorrow and tell them there’s a job for them in the next life. What’s their squad called?”

"It's called the Doctor-Patient Relations Mediation Team, and the team leader is Vito."

Roger laughed when he heard this unusual name.

"Hopefully this Vito isn't just a attention-seeking clown, but it doesn't matter, everyone has their value. Inform Romeno that I've found the man he needs."

Chapter 42 The Middleman

"Damn, Mano, how long has it been? Are we already going to be born?"

Jack kept shouting excitedly in his loud voice.

"Wow, this is awesome, Vito. We'll be able to get into the next life so quickly and sit at the same table as those big shots. Just thinking about it is exciting."

Vito didn't dampen Jack's enthusiasm; he was also very proud of himself for bringing Jack from a fledgling mercenary into the workforce and helping him realize his dream. All of this brought Vito genuine joy.

“Rogge’s men came and said that Rogge has a job for us, and we’ll have a talk with him today.”

Vito handed his good friend a bottle of beer.

"Rogge? The Queen of the Afterlife, my God! She's truly a living legend of Night City! What are we waiting for, Vito? Let's go!"

Jack quickly downed a bottle of beer and then dragged Vito to the Next Life Nightclub.

"Hey! Wait, Jack! The next life is a bar, will anyone open it in broad daylight?"

Vito wanted to linger a bit longer, but Jack couldn't afford to waste any more time.

"The next life is a place for buying and selling; bars are just a side business. Let's go, you still have a competition tonight!"

Vito had no choice but to use the Magician's auto-pathfinding to bring the car to the two of them.

"Alright, get in the car, Legend!"

Along the way, Jack talked non-stop about the history of the afterlife, telling about the legends who had lived there, while Vito would occasionally offer a comment in response to Jack.

When the car arrived at the gate of the afterlife, Vito breathed a sigh of relief. If it had taken another half hour, Jack would have gone from being a big shot to a complete failure in his evaluation of the afterlife legend.

The afterlife is on the basement level, which used to be a morgue. The two went down the stairs to the door, where a burly bodyguard was blocking the entrance. Two NCPD officers were complaining at the door that their suspect had just entered the afterlife, while they were being kept out.

This is one of the reasons why Jack was so excited; not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can enter the afterlife.

Moreover, there are even fewer people like them who are invited by Roger to take on jobs in the afterlife.

Bodyguard Emerick Brunson blocked the two men and asked.

"What are you here for?"

Just as Jack was about to speak, Vito naturally blocked Jack's path with his left hand and said...

“I am Vito, and he is Jack.”

The bodyguard made a brain call, and a few seconds later, he spoke.

"Welcome to the next life, please come in!"

As the two walked into the afterlife, Jack lowered his voice and said.

"Great job, Vito, you've got the big brother vibe!"

As Jack walked up to the bar, he said excitedly.

"Look at these chairs, Morgan Blackhand and Wesleyan the Old Serpent must have sat in them, these are all legends!"

Vito didn't care who had sat on the bar chairs; he looked towards the billiards area to the right of the entrance, where a small team was making a ruckus.

They must have just returned from a mission. One person was badly injured and was placed on a pool table. A captain-like man was making a phone call for a doctor, while the others were pressing on the bleeding wound.

"What?! You're saying you can't come?! Believe me or not, I'll come to your door and smash up your luck!"

"You're here whether you want to or not! Got it? Damn it! That son of a bitch is dead! We'll have to figure this out ourselves! How's Tiger doing?"

The conversation failed, and the team leader anxiously inquired about the team members' condition.

"Tiger can't stop the bleeding, the bullet is still inside him! Ryan, where's the doctor? He's not going to make it!"

Ryan was also in a hurry. The doctor, upon hearing that Ryan needed to treat someone in the afterlife and that there were tickets blocking the door, couldn't immediately back out. Ryan talked himself hoarse, but the doctor still wouldn't budge.

Vito walked over and said.

"I'm a doctor, I'll take care of removing the bullet."

Ryan looked at Vito with some suspicion.

"You? Can you do it?"

Vito didn't waste any more words.

"Either I kill him, or I bring him back to life, or he lies here bleeding to death, and then nobody gets to play billiards!"

Ryan hesitated for a few seconds, but ultimately chose to let Vito treat the team members.

Vito pulled out a sharp knife and told Ryan to go to the bar and buy a bottle of strong liquor.

"This knife was thrown into someone's brain a few days ago. I just wiped it casually at the time, so it probably needs to be disinfected."

Ryan felt even more uncertain. The person in front of him looked more like an assassin than a cyborg doctor.

Ryan bought the alcohol, then Vito did a quick disinfection, and then swiftly removed the bullet from the injured man's body. He used something from the bar's first-aid kit to stitch it up, and finally asked Jack to get out the pneumatic syringe and give the injured man an injection.

"Huh? You guys carry pneumatic injection devices with you?"

Ryan asked, and watching Vito's nimble movements, Ryan was now starting to believe that Vito was a doctor.

"Of course, since I'm a doctor, it's normal for my team members to carry pneumatic syringes. Remember to pay for the syringes. Your team member can only hold on for two days at most without seeing another doctor; he'll need a transfusion of artificial blood to recover. Oh, by the way, my company also sells modified guns; you can come and take a look."

"Uh, okay, thank you!"

Vito and Jack returned to the bar and sat down, whereupon the bartender approached them to strike up a conversation.

"Hey, my name is Claire. What would you two like to drink?"

"A glass of old-fashioned tequila, with some beer and chili!"

Jack orders.

"Ah, looks like someone did their homework. A Johnny Silver Hand, how about you?"

"A glass of 400 Rabbit Dionysus with ice."

Soon, two glasses of wine were placed in front of the two of them.

“Say something, Vito.”

Jack suggested.

"Homage to Jack Wells, the second step in the legend!"

Ding!

The two cups clinked together, and then they drank them down in one gulp.

"Your technique is quite good. Are you a cyborg doctor?"

Claire asked.

"I have a family sports club, and I'm very happy to help them!"

Vito replied.

"So you're a kind-hearted person who loves to help others?"

Claire found Vito very interesting.

"No, it's just that today is my buddy's big day, and I don't want to come out after finishing a business deal and find someone dead here."

"How interesting! Would you two like to leave your recipes here?"

Vito gestured for Jack to go first.

"I'll go first. My name is Jack Wells. My recipe is vodka on the rocks, lime juice, a bit of ginger beer, and most importantly, a little love."

Jack revealed his recipe.

"Okay, got it. I wish you become a legend of Night City! And you?"

Claire noted down the recipe and then looked at Vito.

“My name is Vito. My recipe doesn’t taste good, so I won’t torture these drinkers.”

"No, Mano, your recipe is great! Really!"

“Let’s talk about becoming a legend first, Jack. We have business to discuss today.”

Vito stepped down from his chair and led Jack to a booth to wait for business to take place.

A few minutes later, Queen Roger, the reincarnation of the Queen, appeared before the two of them.

"As far as I know, you are Vito, right? This is Jack Wells."

Vito nodded slightly.

"Your information is correct."

"Okay, let's talk business then. I have a request, and I don't know if you have the capability to handle it?"

Chapter 43 ponpon shit

“There’s a journalist named Romeno who needs an elite team to help him with an infiltration mission. I think you would be a good fit for the job.”

Roger's voice was calm and composed, possessing an indescribable sense of control.

"And the compensation?"