From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

"Leo," Leo kindly reminded him.

"Oh, right, look at me, I'm a little dazed after taking my medicine."

Jack showed off his medicine box, which also had a blue lid; it must contain painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs.

Misty put away the tarot cards, chatted with Jack for a few minutes, and then led him to Leo.

"We meet again... Mano (brother)!"

"Uh, me too, Mano, I didn't know you could speak Spanish."

"When you're traveling, you should always learn more skills."

Leo teased Jack with a Spanish word, and what's even more amusing is that he learned it from Jack in his "past life".

The familiar dialect seemed to bridge the gap between them. Jack looked him over and asked in a friendly manner, "I heard from Misty that you need some help?"

"That's right, I need a safe place to live, a reliable bodyguard to protect my life, and oh, and most importantly... if I don't get a bite to eat soon, I'm going to starve to death."

"We need to talk about the first two things, but eating is easy; there's a small market just by turning left when you go out."

“I know, I just passed by there.”

“Let’s go then, Mano, let’s grab some late-night snacks.” Jack turned to Misty, “Want to come along?”

"Unlike you guys, I need to maintain my figure."

Misty declined.

Jack shrugged, patted Leo's arm, and led him outside. "Stay close. There are all sorts of people over there. A clean-cut office worker like you... uh, sorry, I mean a respectable person, is likely to be targeted over there."

Don't worry, I've got your back!

"Okay."

Leo followed him outside in a cheerful mood.

The two returned to the small market.

Snack stalls, general merchandise stalls, and some stalls with a distinctive style of the times, but which Leo couldn't understand, were all gathered in this open-air square.

Even as it approached 8 p.m., citizens continued to throng through the network of alleyways.

Nobody: Chapter Fifteen: A Legendary Life Begins Here!

"what do you want to eat?"

"Hometown dishes...if there are any."

Leo looked at several gang members in the distance with "devil" tattoos on their arms and tried hard to suppress the urge to frown.

Jack stood in front of him, using his muscular body to block the stares of passersby.

"Those people are from the Tiger Claws, one of the most powerful gangs in Night City. They control large swathes of land in Westbrook and Watson District."

If you don't want trouble, don't stare at these gang members.

"My fault."

Leo readily shifted his gaze and began observing the various strangers on the street.

This time Jack didn't say anything, because the passersby were also staring at Leo, and the two sides were essentially at odds.

"Come with me, I know a small stall that sells Asian food."

The two walked through the bustling street and came to a food stall with red lanterns hanging in the air.

"Dark Night Street Tavern..."

The lantern had Chinese characters written on it, and Leo guessed it meant "izakaya" (Japanese pub).

"Jack... I don't look Japanese, do I?"

Jack turned and glanced at him. "Of course you don't look like them. You're very different from those people on Japanese Street. But apart from this place, which is Asian food, everything else around here is Western food, like hamburgers and fries."

"That's fine."

Leo didn't dwell on it too much. He saw food such as bamboo shoots, sushi, and fried noodles in the glass display case, and his stomach started to rumble.

The two found seats and sat down. Jack let him sit on the outermost side, while he sat on the inner side, separating the curious passersby and Leo.

"Order whatever you want. It's the first time I'm having dinner with new friends, and according to Heywood's tradition, I, the older one, should pay."

Since he said that, Leo certainly wouldn't hold back.

"Sure, any recommendations? Pick me something good to eat."

“Delicious… Hmm, how about the fried noodles?” Jack pointed to the model in the display case. “Noodles, synthetic sirloin beef, and more chili peppers, it’s exactly the same as my mom’s best Mexican noodle soup.”

"I agree."

"Boss, two large portions of fried noodles, extra chili, please!"

After ordering, the Japanese chef, with a white headband tied around his head, began cooking.

The oil sizzled in the pan, and a rich aroma quickly filled the air.

Leo's hunger intensified countless times; if Jack hadn't spoken to him, his eyes would have popped into the iron pot.

"Since we're just killing time anyway, let's talk about you, Mano. What brings you all the way to Night City?"

Leo struggled to look away, trying not to think about the enticing aroma wafting into his nose: "I'm here to study abroad, and I want to go to Arasaka Academy."

"Arasaka Academy... Damn, that's awesome, bro. I heard that Arasaka Academy is located in the city center of Night City, right next to the city hall. It's a really prime location where every inch of land is precious."

Not only Jack, but even the chef couldn't help but glance over here.

"That sounds pretty impressive. Have you ever been there?" Leo asked curiously.

“Never been there, that place doesn’t suit my taste.” Jack shook his head, giving him a look to stop talking. “Boss, two bottles of soda.”

Leo also got a bottle. He pulled the tab on the can, and a somewhat pungent orange smell wafted out.

Take a sip...

Depend on,

It's packed with technology and ruthless action, and it's so sweet it's almost sickening.

Knowing that there were many people around, the two did not continue their conversation.

A few minutes later, the steaming hot stir-fried noodles were served.

The soy sauce-colored noodles were sprinkled with chopped green onions, and there was quite a bit of beef in them.

Leo blew on it twice and then eagerly took a big bite.

First impression – the noodles are delicious.

Second impression – This meat is not right; the texture and smell are not quite right.

I picked up a slice and looked at it closely. This "sirloin beef" was pink and had a very uniform texture. It didn't have the marbled texture of real meat.

Synthetic sirloin beef...

Leo remembered what Jack had said and silently stuffed the meat into his mouth.

This is what the lower classes of Night City eat.

But at least they were eating hot food, which was much better than those who squatted in the corner, munching on protein bars and fast food wraps.

After quickly filling their stomachs, Jack paid 10 euros for the meal and led him back to Misty's little shop.

"Old Wei said you should go back again. I'll wait for you here."

Leo nodded, not wanting to disturb his good friend and his wife's time together.

Back at the underground clinic, Old Wei quickly examined him and said:

"Your observation period is over, and you seem to be fine. If you don't experience any discomfort within the next seven days, you don't need to come back."

Before you leave, let's exchange contact information and talk about how to treat your eyes.

The two added each other as contacts via Wi-Fi. Leo immediately noticed that there was already a name in his contact list—Pure White!

He was agitated, but there were other things to discuss: "What do you mean by my eyes? Weren't they replaced?"

Old Wei waved him over and led him into the back operating room, picking up a glass jar filled with liquid. "Your prosthetic eye is replaced. I mean the original pair."

"Uh……"

Leo watched his two "original eyeballs" bobbing up and down in some unknown liquid, and felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

"Is this replaced eye still useful?"

Old Wei looked at him with surprise: "Of course it's useful. If your prosthetic eye has compatibility issues, or if you develop cybernetic psychosis and need to remove all the prosthetics, you'll have to put your original organs back in."

Of course, you can use someone else's, but it's never as good as the original.

Leo... was deeply shocked.

Old Wei smiled and continued, "Or you could sell these eyes. I told you your organs are valuable, right? These eyes should fetch seventy or eighty thousand, more than the prosthetics you got."

"Holy crap..." Leo was stunned. "I really didn't know I was worth so much. If I replaced all the organs that could be replaced with prosthetics and sold them, wouldn't I be able to make a profit?"

"Sure, but the price is that you develop cyberpsychosis within a week and then die at the hands of the NCPD or the Terrorist Mobile Unit."

Joking aside, after the conversation, Leo still asked about the proper way to handle the situation.

"You can deposit your transplanted organs with me. With my storage conditions, you won't have to worry about them spoiling for at least ten years."

Do we need to pay a storage fee?

"No need. If you die someday, I can make a fortune just by selling your organs."

Old Wei made a few humorous remarks.

Leo felt relieved and decided to preserve the organs with Old Viktor.

Cyber's biological father is trustworthy!

"Alright, that's all. I heard from Misty that you haven't found a place to stay yet, so hurry up and find one. The hotel next to my clinic isn't suitable for a rich person like you."

"Then I'm off, Old Wei, see you in a few days."

Back at Misty's shop, he called Jack, and the two officially entered Night City amidst Misty's farewell.

'A legendary life begins here!'

Leo cheered himself on, his good brother Jack beside him, and V-Zhentian, who was hiding somewhere!

Nobody: Chapter Sixteen - My New Home in Night City

"Get in the car, Mano!"

Jack patted the car door generously and got into the silver-gray sedan.

Leo sat in the passenger seat, curiously examining this cyberpunk-era car—compared to family cars from 50 years ago, this car's dashboard had incorporated many high-tech elements, only vaguely revealing traces of the old era.

The windows are trimmed with slightly outdated chrome accents, but from certain angles, traces of their former glory can still be seen. The seats are upholstered in synthetic leather, which, though worn over time, adds a touch of warmth and personal touch.

"The car is nice, it has a bit of a retro feel."

"Retro?" Jack grinned. "I think it's more like an antique. This is my mom's car, it's over ten years old, I borrowed it to drive."

Jack skillfully activated the navigation system, but didn't rush off: "So, bro, where are you planning to go? The Azure Mansion?"

"I can't afford to stay here." Leo quickly chimed in, "Could you please help me find an affordable place to stay first? Safety is the most important thing; other conditions can come later."

"Affordable and safe..."

Jack thought about it for a moment,

"Leo, let me be blunt, there's no absolutely safe place in Night City. Even relatively safe places vary from person to person. For example, you—"

He looked him over and shook his head slightly.

"You look like the pampered, wealthy, respectable type, and... not very good at fighting. In the eyes of gang members, you're the kind of person who can be easily squeezed for money."

"There's a super affordable building nearby, nicknamed 'Ant Nest,' which you can see once you get to the main road. Apple civilians and some mercenaries who can earn a little money like to live there. Every day...every week there's always a minor accident, and a few people die. Do you think you could live there?"

Leo smiled wryly; he felt he couldn't.

That was V Zhentian's initial residence. What right did he have to dare to live in a place where people died every day?