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

After escaping back into the car, he inhaled through his mouth and exhaled through his nose, repeating this process several times to get rid of the "barbecue smell."

He had originally intended to use the enemy's heads to build a mound of skulls to bolster his morale, but later felt this was too horrifying and would leave a bad impression on the citizens, so he chose to burn them all.

In his vision, the Wings of Liberty would be a righteous force, which would make it easier for them to integrate into and unite the grassroots.

"Let's go back to camp."

The three vehicles started smoothly, leaving the still-burning fire behind.

Back at the camp, Leo returned to his old ways—personally handing out guns to the new members.

By this time, news of the great victory in the first battle and the generous reward had already reached the camp.

The newly recruited young men were full of fighting spirit and diligently practiced the skills of using smart firearms.

On the north side of the camp, two mobile clinics parked side by side were bustling with activity. Old Vi and Hatch no longer needed to perform surgeries themselves; their new responsibility was to identify and guide the "medical students" where they might have made mistakes.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

In the sky above, the sun gradually set in the west, and good news kept coming back through the combat channel.

Leo's soldiers advanced outwards from Stone Ridge Mountain, wiping out all the strongholds of the Chaotic Blade Society and Night Wanderers they encountered along the way.

As night fell and the temperature in the desert plummeted, the four convoys finally returned to the wanderers' camp.

“In one afternoon, we eliminated 209 enemies. This time, the enemy's strongholds were too scattered, and they were notified in advance. As soon as they saw us, they drove away, which caused a lot of time to be wasted in the chase.”

Thor, with a sorrowful expression, told Leo the news, expressing deep regret that he had not been able to completely eradicate the Chaotic Knife Society within a day.

Leo, however, didn't care: "It's already very good. They've eliminated nearly four hundred enemies in one day. I bet they'll all flee tonight and seek refuge in those large camps."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the southeast corner of the map.

There is an abandoned factory there.

In the game, Panan once asked V to come here to rescue Thor who had been kidnapped.

If towers or caves are the strongholds of the Chaotic Blade Society, then abandoned factories are their headquarters.

Their leader was called Bard, and he also had the nickname "The Devil".

The so-called Night Wanderer was founded by him and a group of members of the Chaotic Blade Society. They were more ferocious, more violent, and more shameless than ordinary members of the Chaotic Blade Society.

If nothing unexpected happens, many small groups of members of the Chaotic Blade Society will go to him to join.

Breaking through that headquarters will be the key battle that will determine the outcome of the battle.

Regarding this first release of the spirit/-m*/e*-n/g~dream*, Leo decided—

Leave it alone.

Yes, it means letting it run its course.

As of now, Wings of Liberty has more than 300 official members.

If the purge continues for a few more days, the number of people affected will easily exceed five hundred.

The mercenaries in the city will most likely come out to join the revelry; those mere night ghosts are doomed.

He no longer needs to worry about these enemies; he should focus on Monday's operation.

After spending some more time at the homeless camp, and waiting for Old Vi to finish performing surgery on several injured and unfortunate men, they pulled Old Vi along to return to the city.

While driving, Old Wei asked curiously about the medical students: "Leo, where did you find these medical students? This is the first time I've seen such smart students. They never make the same mistake twice."

Leo scratched his cheek and made up a story: "The top students from our medical school over there, they've already graduated, and now they're... what's it called again... retraining?"

“Reassignment I.03cageWeepV+III…” Old Wei paused for a moment, “What a nostalgic term. It seems to really come from medical school. Ordinary small hospitals have already canceled the reassignment system.”

Leo didn't know anything about this, and after a few words, he changed the subject.

Upon arriving in the Heywood area, their car went straight back to the apartment, while Jack took Old Vieux home.

When he returned to the apartment, it was just in time for a late-night snack.

Tonight's late-night snack was exactly what Leo wanted—purely vegetarian. However, after being deep-fried at high temperatures and coated with barbecue sauce, the vegetable skewers tasted just as good as meat.

The day's fatigue quickly dissipated after eating this fried skewers.

They reviewed their plans for the day after tomorrow one last time before going home.

Ding--

The elevator doors closed.

Only two people and two cats remained in the room.

Leo had a serious combat training session with V after a long time and discovered a second benefit of his increased endurance—in the past, he would have been out of breath after being unilaterally beaten by V for about 15 minutes, but today he lasted for a full half hour!

Thanks to the enhanced subcutaneous armor, his physical defense was greatly improved, which allowed him to withstand the iron fist as big as V's casserole.

After resting for a while, he started a second, less-than-serious battle and successfully regained his footing in bed.

While he and V were busy with their life's great harmony, the aftershocks of the purge were quietly spreading through Night City's underworld.

Countless mercenaries were shocked to discover that the ridiculously fake commission was actually real!

Are the heads of the Chaotic Blade Gang and the Night Wanderer really that valuable?!

We're all in the same boat; everyone knows a few scoundrels.

I used to be able to do business with them occasionally, or get some good stuff from them to enjoy myself.

But now everything has changed—

My brother's head is worth so much, it's not unreasonable to borrow it for a while...

Many people flipped through their contact lists, trying to recall where they had seen those people before.

Tonight, the gunfire outside the window is unusually intense.

Sunday, August 22th.

Leo and V sat on the sofa, eating breakfast while watching Night City's most popular show—

Good morning, Night City!

Welcome to Dead Man's Lottery Morning Debut. I'm your good buddy Stan...

As the male host, Stan, yawned and wiped away tears, he lowered his hands, revealing two dark circles under his eyes that were clearly made up.

If you ask me why I look so tired and have dark circles under my eyes, it's because last night was so lively! I suspect someone organized a shooting competition in the street; there were bangs everywhere. I even dreamt that I was tied to a tree and used as target practice…

Stan made a gun with his hands and even provided the voiceover, making for a show that was as entertaining as ever.

[I'm sure none of you slept well either. I advise you all to behave yourselves tonight. The NCPD officers have been busy all night and are probably looking for a fight right now!]

Alright, without further ado, let's reveal the number of deaths yesterday—

A question mark slowly appeared on the giant display screen behind Stan.

After a few seconds, a second one appeared.

It wasn't over yet. After a few more seconds, a third question mark slowly appeared.

【Oh dear, you all know what I mean without me saying it, right? Yesterday's little surprise has gone up to triple digits again.】

Stan put one hand to his forehead and shook his head dramatically.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a serial killer, at least not before I lost my job! It's just that the people who died last night were special, and I genuinely think it's better that they're dead—it's better for everyone!

The scene then shifts to a screen filled with on-site photos provided by frontline reporters.

[Night roamers, the Chaotic Blade Society, and some street mercenaries—these three groups contributed 80 out of the 108 heroes. If it weren't for last night's battle, yesterday's death toll would have remained at 28, but now… I doubt anyone would have made the cut. After all, who could have predicted what crazy thing the big shot did yesterday?]

[What? You're asking who this big shot is? How would I know? I'm just a pathetic male host, not even worth being sexually exploited. You'd better leave me alone.]

Stan vividly described the photos taken at the scene, comforting the citizens who had stayed in bed all night and dared not go out to work even at dawn.

Don't worry, everyone. I've secretly inquired and found out that as long as your identity information doesn't contain the keywords "Night Wanderer" or "Chaotic Knife Society," you're safe.

Conversely… medieval witch hunts are what you're about to experience. My personal advice is—shoot yourself in the head and die a quick death. Even if you turn yourself in, the police will be more than happy to shoot you in the head for assaulting a police officer—after all, you're so valuable!

[Alright, alright, our program is almost over. Here's a friendly reminder from the NCPD: Please avoid traveling to the eastern suburbs unless absolutely necessary. If you need to leave Night City, please choose either the northern or southern border checkpoints.]

After reading his prepared statement, Stan jokingly spread his hands and shrugged: "I know you're all curious about what happened in the eastern suburbs, and I was just as curious, so I asked my good buddy. Well, the answer was a bit bizarre. I just said it offhand, so take it with a grain of salt. Don't worry about whether it's true or not, and don't get involved."

Rumor has it that a living devil has arrived in Night City. His monthly record is more than the number of people our show tallies in a month. With him around, your chances of winning the lottery won't be so easy!

Chapter 289 Leo: "Reconciliation? At this moment? You're not joking, are you?"

After leaving a joke, today's dead man's lottery officially ended.

Next came a boring news program.

The electronic pickled vegetables weren't flavorful enough, so Leo sped up and quickly finished V's lovingly prepared breakfast.

He put down his chopsticks and immediately started cursing: "This green-haired guy is slandering me! I've been in Night City for a month and I've only killed one person, and that was a scavenger who deserved to die anyway. If you ask me, the NCPD should give me a Good Citizen Award!"

V got up to clear the table, casually muttering, "You're kidding me. It's a miracle they haven't put you on their watch list. Putting everything else aside, once the purge order gets out, you'll be famous worldwide..."

She inadvertently triggered her own keyword, and her hand holding the plate paused for a moment.

Leo was also a little confused.

And believe it or not… it seems to be true; he actually became the first person in the team to become famous.

He even stole V-Zhentian's exclusive title.

"This whole thing is a misunderstanding. I'm actually a great guy who's passionate about fighting crime. My record is way better than those useless NCPD guys."

V glanced at him and continued doing her chores.

Leo was about to go and help when the phone suddenly rang.

The caller was a priest.

If I do the math, he's probably here to give away money!

Leo answered the phone cheerfully: "Buenosdas (Good morning), Father! You look radiant, did your trip to the Vatican go well?"

The priest sat in the car, smiling and nodding: "I would say it went very smoothly. Our communion wine is of outstanding quality, which won the cardinal's favor. Of course, the 5% equity stake also played a very important role."

In short, this matter is settled. From now on, our wine brand will be called Saint Norse. It's a combination of the Latin words *ctus* (holy) and *Nectar* (divine wine), which the congregation will understand immediately!

"Not bad, very good, it sounds like a very expensive wine."

Since the brand name includes the word "Holy," it's reasonable to double the price when selling to followers!

The priest clearly thought the same thing: "I had other distributors hold onto the two types of communion wine beforehand, and now that we can ship them in large quantities, we'll increase the price by 50% and see how the market reacts."

By the way, I just got back to Night City and received a lot of information about you as soon as I got off the plane. Quite a few people are investigating you, including corporate agents, reporters, and some with ambiguous identities whose backgrounds are unclear. I've managed to fend them off for you, but they definitely won't let it go. Be careful lately.”

Leo nodded, having expected this.

The saying goes, "People fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat." This proverb is quite true.

The more famous he becomes, the more trouble he attracts; this is the "natural law" of Night City.

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

"That's good. I've gathered up the 60 million I owe you. I checked, and everyone else has also settled their final payments. Check your personal account."

"Okay, that's it for now."

After hanging up the phone, Leo immediately received the priest's transfer.

His personal account was replenished again, bringing the total value of his accounts to a staggering 179.75 million.

The ten million reward has already been deducted. The remaining confirmed expenses are: the fifty million owed to Kang Tao; the ten million owed to the old captain; and the consultation and teaching fees owed to Lao Wei. This should not be much, around one million should be enough.

If all this money is put into one account, there will be 118.75 million available funds remaining.

Are they many? Absolutely!

"Sigh~ I have too much money, I can't spend it all, I simply can't spend it all!"

Leo confided his troubles to V, only to be met with a roll of his eyes.

Just as he was pondering how to maximize the impact of money, the phone rang again.

"Whoosh...whoosh..."

The caller's name is not displayed in the top left corner; it is an anonymous contact.

[Pure White, can you find out who it is?]

Out of caution, Leo did not answer the call immediately.