Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

"We've struck it rich again!"

Vito was too tired to watch the rest of the game; he had been busy all day and wanted to rest.

Just as they were leaving, the girl named Liying also came out with her friends, seemingly planning to treat them to a nice meal to celebrate.

Liying and her friends also saw Vito and Jack, and Liying waved vigorously at Vito.

"Hey! Hey! Vito! Over here!"

Vito walked over with a smile.

"I saw it, but don't shake it too hard and break the prosthetic body, you know me, right?"

Liying smiled.

"What kind of stupid question is this? I need to know the boxer's name before I place a bet, okay? My name is Li Ying Wesley, and this is my good friend, Kami Watson."

Vito extended his hand and shook hands with both of them.

"I'm Vito, this is my buddy Jack Wells, wanna grab some late-night snacks?"

Liying shrugged.

"Sorry, tonight is a girls' night out, we don't plan on having any men join us. Next time you come to Lizhi, I'll definitely treat you to a few drinks! Goodbye!"

After saying that, Liying and her friend got into an old-fashioned Nissan Tingwei and drove away from the venue.

"It seems Miss Liying doesn't like Mr. Vito. Hahaha, this is the first time I've seen you fail to accomplish anything, Vito."

Jack put his arm around Vito's shoulder.

Vito watched as the Thunder creaked and drove away, making a helpless expression.

"I wish that old, beat-up car had broken down there. What a pity, it was just Vito and Mr. Wells' supper."

Jack continued to laugh.

"Mr. Vito, you're sorely mistaken. Mr. Wells is going to share his joy with Miss Misty today. Vito, how about I take you home, and then you lend me your car?"

Vito shrugged, mimicking Li Ying's gesture.

"Sorry, in that case, I'm going to go for a drive with my car, but my plans always include my good buddies. Have fun tonight, Mr. Wells, and make your first sale of your life."

Vito handed the car key card to Jack.

"Thank you, Vito. You know, I like to share my happy moments with Misty."

Just as the two were about to leave after calling for their car, several new recruits from the Sixth Street gang, led by an armored vehicle, surrounded Vito and Jack.

"Trying to leave? Not so easy, you son of a bitch! You beat me up pretty badly!"

The armored vehicle pulled out a Mallorian revolver, pointed it at Vito, and cursed.

Vito and Jack exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with helplessness. This was Night City; there was never a moment of peace.

Vito snapped his fingers and simultaneously activated the newly installed turret on the Magician through the program. The Type 31 heavy machine gun, Vito's favorite, emerged, its menacing muzzle staring at the Sixth Street gang like the eyes of a demon.

"Relax, armored vehicle, Big Brother is watching you! Put away that little gun, don't make trouble for yourself."

The armored vehicle glanced at the 31 heavy machine gun, then at Vito and the other two, and finally could only angrily put away the Malorian.

"Looks like your leg is lame but your head isn't. Is there anything else? If not, Mr. Wells and Mr. Vito are about to leave."

The armored vehicle nearly ground its teeth to powder at Jack's mocking words, but it swallowed its anger.

"Damn it! Let's go!"

Vito got into the car, while Jack, holding the golden shrew in both hands, watched the group walk a short distance before getting into the driver's seat.

After Vito achieved precise turret connection via personal link, he fired a shot in the direction of the group of people in the armored vehicle.

A wrecked vehicle next to them was hit and sparks flew everywhere. The armored vehicle and the new recruits immediately lay down and found cover.

Goodnight, armored vehicle, and best of luck!

Vito's voice came from behind, and only after Jack drove the Magician away did the group in the armored vehicle dare to show their faces.

"Damn, that arrogant guy, I'll take him down sooner or later!"

A new recruit spat on the ground.

The armored vehicle, looking at the large hole in the wrecked vehicle, couldn't help but shudder.

……

After dropping Vito off, Jack drove the Magician to pick up Misty, who had prepared a custom-made tarot deck as a gift for her.

When Vito got home, he lay in bed feeling restless and unable to sleep. He hadn't planned on finding a companion, but seeing Li Ying today seemed to have ignited his lifeless spirit.

Vito shook his head, got up, and got dressed.

"Sigh! Oh well, armored vehicle, you've really run into trouble today. I hope your exploding head will be the cure for my insomnia tonight."

Vito donned the cube-headed face disguise. Tonight, the cube-headed man strikes again, not to remove the tumor, but because he's suffering from insomnia.

Vito hailed an old car parked on the side of the road. He also chose an old-fashioned Volkswagen Tiguan, started it up, and drove towards the Sixth Street gang's territory.

Vito slowed down after arriving at his destination, and soon he saw several Sixth Street gangsters robbing and extorting people on the roadside.

"I've paid protection money! Really! I run a hot dog stand across the street, you should know me!"

The thugs from the Sixth Street gang were still pointing guns at the heads of passersby.

"You paid? I didn't see it! If I didn't see it, you didn't pay, understand? But I'm in a good mood today, so you only need to pay half!"

The passerby was almost in tears. He had something to do on the street tonight, but he never expected to have such bad luck and run into these thugs.

The thugs from Sixth Street knew that the passerby was the hot dog stand vendor and had paid the full amount of protection money, but they had no choice. They had lost everything that night and needed to recoup their losses.

Tingwei stopped next to the group.

"Damn it! What a piece of junk! Forget it, it's not worth much. You! Get out of the car and hand over all the money you have!"

The thug turned his gun on Tingwei and threatened him.

The car door opened, and Vito got out.

"Holy crap! It's a blocky head!"

When the Sixth Street gang members saw the iconic square screen on Vito's face and the still-flowing Night City cityscape on it, they knew they had run into the legendary Night City madman, the Square Head, and the real deal, not some idiot cosplaying.

Vito drew the Punisher and fired six shots in quick succession, blowing the heads off all six thugs, leaving only the leader and a terrified bystander.

The thug pointed his gun at Vito and threatened him.

"Don't come any closer, you've already fired all six bullets!"

Vito's voice rang out, sounding like a worn-out vinyl record through a voice changer, but to the thugs, it was the voice of a demon.

"But I have two guns."

After saying that, Vito swung his Nine-Tailed Fox at the thugs.

"Besides, your bullets can't penetrate me at all."

The thug seemed to have his bones removed, and collapsed to the ground.

Vito shook the muzzle of his gun to signal the passerby to leave, and the passerby felt himself scrambling away.

"Tell me where the armored vehicle is. You have ten seconds."

"Crying? Crying counts as time too."