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

He paused slightly, a sense of absurdity rising in his mind: how could he run into "celebrities" everywhere? It was too much of a coincidence.

He sported a punk hairstyle with shaved sides and a wildly flamboyant middle.

David Martinez is a handsome young man who looks very energetic, wearing a slightly worn leather jacket.

The beautiful red-haired woman next to him was clearly his mother, Gloria Martinez.

I never expected to run into this mother and son here.

Leo pushed open the door, nodded amicably to David, and silently passed by the mother and son.

Having learned his lesson from V's recklessness, he was now able to control his excitement when facing these "characters" and refrain from doing anything inappropriate for strangers.

David was clearly distracted, his eyes open but seemingly lost in thought.

Gloria nodded to Leo on his behalf, as a way of greeting this wealthy young man who might be her son's future classmate.

Without further interaction, the two calmly walked in opposite directions.

Only after walking several dozen meters, leaving the admissions office far behind, did V ask in a barely audible voice, "Do you know that mother and child?"

Leo continued walking forward without stopping: "Let's find a quiet place first."

The two wandered around the open area on the first floor for a while before finally finding an empty rest area, where they each sat down with a drink in hand.

Unknown Soldier: Chapter 47 Leo: "Back in the day, I fought V Zhentian to a standstill!"

Do you know that mother and child?

V's tone was more of a statement than a question.

Leo nodded, then shook his head: "I just think that boy has good potential, maybe we can recruit him as a henchman."

V rolled his eyes: "Ordinary families grit their teeth and send their children to Arasaka Academy so they can change their fate through education and get a decent job. And you, you want to kidnap someone to use as a thug... Are you even human?!"

"What does it matter? Working for the company is working, working for me is working too. I'm not withholding his salary." Leo took a sip of soda. "Besides, a thug can continue his studies and become a high-IQ thug!"

He glanced at V, wondering if she was—the legendary 3-Intelligence Warrior.

V's fist started hardening again; that look was really impolite!

After two days of observation, Leo had gained some understanding of V's character and immediately changed his approach, trying to smooth things over: "Don't you have a super strong intuition? What do you think of that mother and child?"

V's train of thought was led astray, and she began to seriously recall the mother and child—

"Judging from his physique and demeanor, that boy should be physically fit and highly educated, which is quite different from those neglected children on the street. As for potential, unless one has an unusual physique, it is difficult to tell from appearance alone."

"That mother was probably an emergency medical technician at the medical center; the yellow jacket she was wearing was their uniform. But the person gave me... a feeling that wasn't clean."

V pondered for a moment, carefully recalling the red-haired woman's demeanor: "That's right, she's not exactly clean. Not that she's a bad person, but she might be involved in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, occasionally doing odd jobs or something, which is quite normal in Night City."

Leo looked at her with newfound respect: "You could even tell that?"

He knew Gloria because he had seen the "plot" and knew that she would occasionally steal prosthetics from corpses to sell for money.

But V really was able to figure out so much just by glancing at it a few times.

This intuition is really a bit eerie...

V was smug and forgot about the unpleasantness from earlier.

“I can also tell that their financial situation is not very good, and it is probably not an easy task to support that boy’s schooling.”

"really……"

Leo threw away the empty bottle, ending the conversation.

David was a subordinate he highly regarded. As long as he waited patiently for the plot to unfold, he would have a chance to save Gloria and make David owe him a huge favor.

Then, they took advantage of the situation to recruit him, using money to deepen their goodwill, and ultimately gained a loyal and top-notch henchman.

That's how the script was written!

After resting for a while, the two left the Arasaka Building.

Everything else here is fine, but there are too many people coming and going, making it inconvenient to even have a conversation.

They walked out the door and retrieved their weapons.

Ignoring the wary looks from passersby, V played with his beloved gun for a while before putting it back on his waist: "Finally... not having a gun in my hand feels like not wearing clothes, it's not reassuring at all."

Upon hearing this, Leo casually imagined V without clothes, but before he could figure out the details, he noticed a murderous gaze.

"What are you thinking?"

"What should I eat for lunch today..."

"You'd better be thinking about this."

V clearly didn't believe him, but intuition isn't always reliable. She could sense that Leo was thinking something bad, but she couldn't be sure what it was.

Fearing she might overthink things, Leo changed the subject, saying, "There's still some time before noon, why don't we go for a stroll around the square?"

"What's there to see?" V asked somewhat reluctantly.

"It's all here."

Leo activated one of the four great magics passed down from the ancient Eastern country.

Outstanding effect!

V was affected by the spell and nodded hesitantly.

So Leo led her to the center of the square.

The two admired the giant koi fish projected in the air for a while, bought two cups of coffee, and, like other company employees, found a bench to enjoy the relaxation and leisure unique to the wealthy area.

Of course, only Leo might like this feeling.

V was restless and itchy all over.

Putting aside the fact that the environment here was completely out of place with the low-rise neighborhood she was familiar with, the sight of couples whispering sweet nothings around her made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

In particular, the two of them happened to be a man and a woman, and they happened to be sandwiched among this group of couples...

"I said... what are you doing sitting here like an idiot? Go for a walk, and hurry back after you finish eating."

"Isn't it nice to enjoy a moment of leisure and feel peace of mind?"

Leo tried to talk about philosophy.

“Speak like a human!” V raised his fist.

"I can't get along with someone as uncultured as you..."

"Yes, you're highly educated, how long will you cry after taking a punch?"

Despite their argument, V maintained his professional ethics and did not physically assault his employer.

Leo's plan to get closer to her failed miserably, so he had to change tactics.

It turns out that the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach.

At least V buys into this.

As she ate the authentic Chinese food, her mood quickly improved.

"This is different from the Chinese food in Little Chinatown, and it's quite delicious!"

Leo nodded, eating what appeared to be a modified version of General Tso's Chicken—a "genuine" Chinese dish...

After dinner, the two returned to their apartment in the Heywood district.

It was just past 1 p.m. when Leo thought for a moment and took out the two sets of protective suits: "My body has almost recovered. Can you teach me some fighting techniques?"

"Are you sure?" V's lips slowly curled into a smile.

Leo sensed something was amiss with her attitude, but he did need some practical training to improve his combat abilities.

"I...I'm sure. I can't be completely defenseless and be taken hostage at any time."

"Good awareness, then I won't stand on ceremony."

V's smile widened completely as he put on the blue boxing gloves.

After a good meal, stretching your muscles and hitting the "punching bag" – what a blissful life!

"watch out!"

V pounced like a tiger descending a mountain.

Left hook, right hook, spinning kick, groin strike—

"Wait! Wait a minute!" Leo cried out in terror, covering his head and running away. "Your methods are too crude! How could you resort to such underhanded tricks!"

V dismissed it: "What do you think street fighting, or more realistic close combat, is like? Of course, it's all about how to deal as much damage as possible and how to take down the enemy as quickly as possible."

"If you cover your head and defend, I'll shoot your feet. If you expose your weaknesses and vital points, I'll strike precisely. That's real combat; the enemy won't show you any mercy!"

"Are you still going to fight? If not, take a break. I can tell from your reaction of closing your eyes when you get hit that you've always lived in a very safe environment and probably never even been in a fight before."

If all else fails, you should stay in the back and avoid fighting from now on.

Leo also wanted to hide in the back, but time travel is illogical. He could hide for a while, but could he hide forever?

"Hit me! ...But don't hit my face or groin. Hold back, I'm here to learn fighting techniques, not to fight you to the death!"

"You're not good at fighting, but you're pretty tough with your mouth," V retorted. "Fine, I'll fight you like a training session and teach you some basic combat knowledge first."

Anonymous: Chapter Forty-Eight Leo: "I'm not clean anymore..."

Leo spent the entire afternoon locked in a fierce battle with V.

Unfortunately, the setting wasn't on the bed, but rather in the open space at the edge of the living room.

The result was a narrow defeat after a bloody battle.

He paid the price of being in pain all over his body, but in return, a thin layer of sweat appeared on V's forehead.

"I'm not playing anymore..."

Leo lay sprawled on the ground with his arms and legs spread out in a "T" shape.

"If you hit me again, I'm going to die..."

"I was holding back; at most it's just a superficial injury."

V took off his boxing gloves and stretched his back forcefully.

After two days of leisure, I finally had a chance to exercise, and it felt amazing.

Leo lay on the ground groaning for a while, then mustered up the strength to sit up. "V, if I practice like this every day, how long will it take me to become a master?"

V glanced at him sideways: "Become a master by getting beaten up? That's probably a bit difficult."

"Isn't the saying that you learn to take a beating before you learn to hit someone?"

"That's your Eastern martial arts philosophy, isn't it? I've actually heard people talk about it. But this is Night City, and those lunatics on the street are here to kill you. If you only defend and don't attack, you're probably going to die."

"You have to be ruthless to survive in this world!" She clenched her fists, making a cracking sound.

Leo gave her a thumbs up, lay back down on the ground, and died contentedly...

"I feel pain all over my body, especially my ribs. Your punch knocked me out of my throat. I hope I didn't break any bones..."

"Tch, weakling." V walked up to him disdainfully and squatted down beside him. "Let me see."

Leo closed his eyes and felt her taking off her protective gear.

This was nothing to begin with; after taking off the protective gear, the burden was reduced, and my body felt much more relaxed.

But soon after, I suddenly felt a chill, and even my sportswear was lifted up by V.

"!"

Leo was startled and suddenly opened his eyes. "Hey! What are you doing!"

"Indecent assault—ouch!"

V pressed hard on the painful spot, and the intense, tingling sensation instantly interrupted his words.

"I go……"