Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

Mr. Vito obtained the data he wanted. In order to avoid being tracked, the medical dispute mediation team downloaded the data to an external hard drive, and the biotechnology team could not find out who had accessed their servers.

"Uncle Vito is harvesting vegetables."

Vito put away the external drive and returned the way he came; everything went more smoothly than planned.

"How is Mr. Santos?"

Vito asked T-bug.

"If your dosage is correct, he'll wake up next to his car in an hour, and he might think he's had a dream."

T-bug turned the last camera, and Vito returned to Santos's range of movement.

"I think I've stumbled upon some juicy gossip about a workplace romance. I'll tell you guys about it on my way back."

"It is better to pursue nothingness than to have nothing to pursue."

"Hey, don't be like that. Don't you know that we field workers rely on this little bit for variety?"

"I'm not interested in the gossip of the staff. Jack, get in the car, and then give the information to the reporter. If you're quick enough, you can still make it to your game."

"Oh no, I completely forgot about the competition!"

Get in the car, remove the disguise, and Vito tells Jack to hurry back to the Wolves.

Although Romano wasn't really in the mood for drinking, he still downed glass after glass to ease his anxiety.

He kept a close eye on News 54. Although he often clashed with the reporters on News 54, it was undeniable that these people had a keen sense of smell, and they could report on any major events as soon as they happened.

"Sir, could I have another bottle of tequila?"

Romano shouted down to Pepi downstairs.

"I'm only treating you to one bottle; you'll have to pay for the rest yourself!"

Vito's voice rang out from the stairwell.

Upon hearing the sound, Romano jumped up, knocking over an empty bottle on the table.

"It worked?"

His voice trembled slightly.

"It's done. They don't know who did it. Of course, if you report these things, they can at least be sure it was you who did it."

Vito handed Romano an external disk.

Romano took the data and immediately plugged it in to start reading it. Whether it was excitement or the effects of alcohol, his face was flushed.

"Hahaha, you guys really are the best! I'll have Roger transfer the money to you right away, damn it! With this stuff, news channel 54's gossip stuff is no match for me!"

Seeing the client's excitement, Vito couldn't help but say something.

"At least News Channel 54 sends me messages every day with interesting stories, but to be honest, I've never seen your news."

Romano didn't think much of it and carefully put away the external drive.

"Those people just keep coming up with news that's entertaining to the point of death; what I want to do is create big news that can awaken the public!"

Vito shrugged.

"Alright, I hope you don't get assassinated by those biotech people. Anything else? If not, I'm leaving. I have other things to do."

"Go ahead!"

Romano couldn't hide his excitement. All he wanted to do was get home quickly, review the information, and then create a big news story.

He shouted at Peppy downstairs.

"Check, bartender. That bottle of tequila is yours for the taking, hahaha."

Pepi, unfazed, put away the wine and muttered something.

"This is quite generous, unlike the last one, who wanted a refund after only drinking half of it."

During this period, Vito and Jack would always order a bottle of wine for their clients when they took on jobs at Wild Wolves. The bigger the job, the better the wine. Gradually, business negotiations at Wild Wolves started using the name of the wine to indicate the size of the job.

Those mercenaries would also imitate Vito's team, ordering a bottle of wine for their clients in the Wild Wolves, but most of the time they couldn't finish the job within the time it took to drink a bottle. Sometimes the clients would even smash the bottle on their heads to vent their anger at messing up the mission.

……

"Jack, drive faster! Old Fred and Old Vince have been calling me nonstop!"

Vito urged Jack on.

"I'm already going very fast; any faster and this huge thing will crash into the sidewalk and kill a bunch of civilians!"

Jack was completely focused, and he floored the accelerator, hurtling towards the track.

beep~ beep~

It was Roger calling.

"Hello, Your Majesty, is there something you need?"

"I'm really surprised that you finished Vito in just one afternoon, Vito."

Although Roger said that, her voice didn't reveal anything different from usual.

"Precision and efficiency are key; I can't ruin my own reputation."

Vito swerved the steering wheel, allowing Jack to dodge a Tiger Claw gang speeder who suddenly darted out.

"Very professional, the client is very satisfied and gave you an extra tip. Your reputation will soon be well-known in the next life, so I won't charge you any advertising fees. It was a pleasure doing business with you."

Rogge transferred 35,000 euros to Vito.

Vito whistled.

"Phew~ The media guys are more generous than the president of the new America! This is worth ten thousand more than risking gunfire to save the president!"

Roger's intelligence indicated that Rivero was usually such an unreliable person, and she chuckled.

"In the next life, as long as you have the ability, you will be able to earn the corresponding reward."

Vito pursed his lips.

"You must have made quite a bit of money, Your Majesty."

Roger laughed.

"Of course, but I gave you 45%. Normally, newcomers should only get 30%, but I admire you. Keep up the good work, mercenary."

After saying that, Roger hung up the phone.

"Damn it, I got sucked by a vampire in my next life!"

Vito muttered a curse under his breath.

squeak~

A sharp screech of brakes rang out, and as soon as Jack came to a stop, he jumped out of the car, grabbed Vito, and ran into the stadium, the two of them like passengers who were about to miss their flight.

Fortunately, the two players in the previous match were evenly matched, and they fought for a full twelve rounds before the winner was decided by the score.

Vito arrived at the sidelines, and Fred quickly came over to help him warm up, while the old Vito introduced the opponent.

Vito told Jack while warming up.

"Quick, Jack, the money's in our account! Use it to bet some more. We need to win this round within six! Hurry!"

Jack felt compelled to go find the person who was opening the betting pool and place his bet.

"Listen, Vito, this time your opponent is a Sixth Street gang guy nicknamed 'Armored Vehicle.' I've watched his previous fights; this guy's style is all military. Be careful to protect your chest and neck. Most importantly, this kid isn't exactly clean; watch out for him playing dirty tricks. He has spikes embedded under his skin in his knuckles—watch your eyes and chin!"

"Thanks, Old Wei!"

The host began the introductions, and the contestants from both sides took to the stage one by one.

"Wow~ Good luck, handsome! I've bet a lot of money on you."

A female voice rang out from the stands. Vito turned around and saw it was the girl from the Mox gang.

"Let's raise the bet before the market closes. I'll take him down in six rounds!"

The Mox gang all heard it, but only the girl excitedly ran to place a bet, and her friends stopped her.

"Liying, don't give away all your rent money!"

Liying jumped into the aisle.

"Don't worry, investing in this handsome guy shouldn't disappoint me!"