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

"Don't think about these things, focus your attention on your hands."

Fifteen minutes later, V's eyelids began to slowly droop.

"If you don't stir the pot soon, the bottom layer will burn..."

"It's all because you're not working hard enough. I'll teach you how to speed things up."

Leo reached out and pressed down on V's head!

What Rebecca can do, the invincible V can certainly do too! Just press her head down, pry open her mouth, and then she'll have no say in what happens next!

But he clearly forgot—forcing a cow to drink water is difficult enough, so forcing a V-shaped bow to submit is even more difficult…

V's eyes narrowed dangerously, but he was so engrossed in his beautiful fantasy that he didn't notice.

Press your head down!

Press your head down hard!

Success... no, the head wasn't pressed down, but the right hand was!

By the time they realized what that cold, hard sensation was, it was already too late...

"what----"

*

The intermittent screams lasted for more than a minute, interspersed with men's pleas for mercy, reminiscent of horrific scenes of torture and forced confessions.

Then everything returned to calm.

V successfully saved her tomato soup and angrily cooked in the kitchen.

Leo, who had suffered a severe injury, curled up on the sofa and used the breathing and blood-replenishing method to recover his strength.

He should be thankful that the surface of the metal grip is very smooth; if it were matte, he would have already sent it to see Old Wei by now.

Around eight o'clock, Sasha and Vera arrived together, partly to help V prepare for the celebration banquet, and partly because all four of them had bought lottery tickets and were gathered together to await the draw.

At 8:00 PM sharp, Night City's most popular show officially began—

Good morning, Night City!

[Welcome to Dead Lotto...no! Dead Mega Mega Mega Mega Lotto—the morning premiere! I'm your good buddy Stan!]

If every death is something to laugh about, then the number of deaths yesterday would be enough to tear your laughter muscles apart. Alright, enough chit-chat, let's get straight to the lottery draw. Grab your numbers and get ready to strike it rich!

Stan spreads his arms, and behind him, bloodstains seep into the screen, forming the word "death" in various languages.

[This is a new special effect created by the special effects artists who stayed up all night. Each "death" character represents a human life. Let's count them... Oh, never mind, the production team didn't give us that much time, so let's just reveal the answer directly—]

Yesterday's death toll was—three—six—two—a full three hundred and sixty-two!

[According to the backend data, there weren't many winners yesterday, but everyone who won made a fortune. However, I'm not jealous, and I advise you not to be either, because only the most insane person could have imagined so many people would die yesterday!]

[Here's a little insider tidbit—it's said that a mysterious figure played a crucial role in yesterday's operation to eliminate the Cleaners. Don't ask me who he is; I don't want to be the 305th person involved.]

Curious viewers who want to know the truth should go to the Reincarnation Bar and ask around; everyone there knows the best sources!

[Next up is the dead bodies roundup, brought to you live by NCPD with the most exciting news...]

Upon seeing this, V rolled her eyes, got up, and went back into the kitchen.

Leo looked at Vera and Sasha, who both looked calm, clearly having not won.

The Immortal Squad was completely wiped out, with each member suffering a loss of 10 euros.

"I knew it! Lotteries are all a scam!"

Sasha jumped up, grabbed the half-eaten peach, and ran to the kitchen to help.

Vera reacted a few seconds slowly, her gaze still fixed on the television screen.

"What's wrong?" Leo asked curiously.

She shook her head, her long blonde hair swaying gently. "It's nothing, I just didn't expect that such... bloody and violent programs could be broadcast so openly. Isn't it bad for children's mental health to watch this?"

“This is Night City, the average age for a child to touch a real gun for the first time is less than five years old.” V poked her head out from the kitchen, observing the activity in the living room. “Vera, come and help me out.”

"Here I am! This time I'll make a wild-style omelet rice!"

The three ladies went into the kitchen and got busy. Leo went to take a look around, but was kicked out. So he simply took out his training chip and continued to learn combat skills.

As time went on, Jack and Mrs. Wells, old man and Misty, and the five members of Mann's team arrived one after another, making the living room unusually lively.

Leo lost interest in training and exited the virtual training arena, looking around at the people around him.

Jack, Mrs. Wells, and Misty formed a small circle.

This combination is interesting—the two ladies are talking quietly, while the big Jack is restless and keeps looking at him for help.

Leo wanted to help his brother, but before he got close, he heard them talking about family values. He could only give his good brother a helpless look and walk towards Old Wei and V's small circle.

The topic of discussion here is the user experience of Sinweistein.

"Are you sure you haven't experienced any discomfort after using Sianwaystein twice? No burning sensation in your bone marrow... nerve pain... abnormal itching of the skin... emotional disturbances... none of these?"

Old Wei held his tablet, wanting to make a simple note about V, but he didn't know where to begin.

V shook his head leisurely: "I feel great, it should be fine to use it a few more times a day!"

"Hmm...maybe, your situation is a bit special."

Old Wei put away the blank form with no checkmarks, and looked at Leo who was walking over.

"You need to keep a close eye on V, Leo. Her situation is very rare. Usually, the body is under the greatest strain and the symptoms are most severe right after the S&P 500 is installed. Many people have to have it removed immediately after only a few uses because it's too painful."

Her condition can only be attributed to a unique physical constitution. Heh, I'll have to do a genetic test on her during her next pre-operative checkup to see if she has a few extra pairs of chromosomes compared to the average person.

Seeing that Vee could still joke around, Leo knew that Vee's body was perfectly fine.

The three chatted briefly before going their separate ways to attend to their own matters.

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter 164 Rebecca: "What's the point of a victory celebration? Let's have an affair instead!"

Old Wei continued to conduct simple postoperative follow-ups with the patients.

V is in charge of managing the kitchen.

Leo then walked toward today's special guests.

The entire Mann team, who had received the invitation, arrived. In addition to the four people they had met before, there was also a tall young woman with a somewhat strange appearance.

She was wearing a red trench coat, red stockings, and even the jaw implant that covered most of her face, including her nose, was red.

"Hello, L. I'm Qiwei, and I just joined Mann's team. I'm a hacker who specializes in remote support."

Leo extended his hand to the hacker with the yellow bob haircut in a friendly manner, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Qiwei. Sasha said your hacking skills are amazing."

Qiwei lowered her eyes slightly, looked at his outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment but did not respond.

"I'm sorry, I don't really like physical contact with strangers."

Leo knew about her tragic past, which was like something out of a dark novel, and could understand it. But considering the awful things she did in the "original storyline," he still felt it necessary to give her a warning.

"Never trust anyone else. Right? I think there are a lot of people in Night City who share the same view as you."

Upon hearing this, Qiwei's expression changed slightly, as if she was quite surprised.

"How...how did you know?"

Those were the life principles she had learned from her unbearable past.

"I tend to conduct background checks before collaborating with strangers."

"You've investigated this far?" Qiwei's eyes darted around, but she couldn't help but ask, "Then... what else do you know?"

She didn't know why she asked that question; perhaps she just wanted to confirm that the "past" she had personally destroyed would never be brought up again.

Unfortunately, Leo's sources were not among those destroyed.

He lowered his voice, speaking in a tone only Qiwei could hear: "Child laborer, foreman, sensory isolation device, self-taught hacker, two years, escape. No offense intended, but you've already done a remarkable job."

Hearing these keywords, Qiwei was reminded of her nightmarish past: "I thought... I had burned everything down."

"You only burned data that exists on the internet, but those people are still alive. But don't worry, they won't come to Night City to retaliate. This 'free city' welcomes everyone equally."

"You really are a very capable middleman. I thought I had completely buried that past..."

After saying this, Qiwei crossed her arms and walked to a corner of the living room alone, showing others through her actions that she wanted to be alone.

Mann and the others couldn't help but feel a little nervous when they saw that L had managed to seduce Qiwei with just a few words.

Leo comforted them, "Don't worry, your companion is fine. She has had a bad past, so if you have time, please take care of her and give her some time. She will get through it on her own."

Mann and the others nodded, sensing the goodwill he was showing.

Just as Leo was about to discuss the topic of incorporation with them, he saw Rebecca, dressed in rather revealing clothing, raise her hand.

When she was on a mission, she at least wore a simple bulletproof vest, but now she's only wearing a very loose punk-style sports top, and it seems like she's not wearing any bottoms...

A quick glance revealed that the hem of the tracksuit barely covered her buttocks, making it seem like even stretching would result in a wardrobe malfunction.

Her petite, childlike figure wearing this dress, besides being a bit awkward, also gives off an adorable vibe, like a child wearing adult clothes.

Leo's eyes almost popped out of his head, but thankfully V had just helped him clear away some of his desire, which allowed him to barely stay calm.

"Hey, L~" Rebecca wasn't about to let him off so easily. "Can we talk privately before dinner? About my request!"

Instead of lowering her voice, she shouted loudly, making sure everyone in the living room could hear her.

Leo, his face tense, looked around and noticed that even V in the kitchen had been drawn out and was looking in their direction.

"Do you have any requests?"

V ran over excitedly; she was just worried about not having any enemies to help her new gun get its first taste of life!

Ignoring Leo's stiff expression, Rebecca quickly nodded: "Yes, yes! It's about... my father was assassinated, and I want to find the real culprit. I want to talk to L alone again, since this is a private matter for our family and it's not convenient to publicize it."

V felt the little girl's tone was somewhat evasive, as if there was something else going on. But given that her father had been murdered, it was understandable that she didn't want more people to know.

As for her somewhat provocative attire, it wasn't anything special in Night City; there were plenty of people in the streets and alleys of Watson District who dressed even more outrageously than her.

“Avenging one’s father…it’s a matter of course. You two can chat now, there’s still more than half an hour before dinner.”

With the main dish in mind, V hurried back to the kitchen.

After she left, Rebecca quickly composed herself and winked at Leo: "There are too many people here, let's go to the second floor and find a quiet corner to talk, L?"

This quiet corner refers to the innermost part of the second floor, past the sink and shower, further in—the restroom!

Leo followed them here in a daze, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

"What are you trying to do?! Making such a big fuss about this, do you really want to get us both killed?!"

He lowered his voice and rebuked sternly.

Rebecca smiled and wasn't scared at all.

"You're clearly the middleman and the big spender, so why are you so afraid of your girlfriend? The way you and V interact is completely different from the 'rich man and canary' dynamic I imagined~"

"But~~" She suddenly pounced on him, hugged Leo's waist, and rubbed her face against his chest, "I like gentle and good men like you, I really like you more and more~"

This industrial saccharin is sickeningly sweet.

But Leo had never met a girl in his life who was so devoted and also matched his preferences, and for a moment he actually felt pretty good about it...

His gaze darted around the bathroom, occasionally glancing towards the door.

Fortunately, the place was secluded enough. Before coming in, the frosted glass door was closed and locked, so there was no fear of being seen by people outside.

Turning back, he looked at Rebecca, who was clinging to him, and sighed, "What do you want? Do you really want to talk about the commission?"

"That's right! We need to discuss the commission!"

Rebecca turned around, closed the toilet seat, wiped it with a disinfectant wipe, and sat down casually.

Her top barely covered her body, and with what seemed to be an intentional crossing of her legs, she ended up exposing herself.

Leo noticed the faintly visible black triangle, and his throat suddenly felt dry.

It's too erotic; the women of Night City are too unrestrained.

However... as much as it may be, it still needs to be criticized!

"If you want to be my woman in the future, stop wearing such indecent clothes. What kind of behavior is this!"