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

[Internet monitoring public version brain-computer interface, Arasaka Type 1 network access module, Kijiro Tsukasa Type 3 prosthetic eye, Biotechnology Type 2 biomonitoring, various surgical costs—total price 35,000 euros.]

Leo frowned: "Old Wei...this price is wrong, isn't it?"

"how?"

“You didn’t charge enough. Weren’t the personal terminal and the previous full set of tests free? Oh, right, and the 200 yuan cash you borrowed from me.”

“They’re not even willing to pay less. Rich people are really hard to understand.” Old Wei joked, then explained, “The personal terminal and the brain-computer interface are a set, so I can’t charge twice. As for the previous inspection, consider it a freebie since you’re a big client.”

"Thanks, Old Wei."

Leo tried online money transfer for the first time, and although it took some effort, he finally succeeded.

[You are transferring funds to Victor Viktor. Please confirm that this is your transaction.]

【confirm. 】

[Transfer successful. €35200 has been withdrawn from your personal account.]

"No installments, no credit, paying such a large sum on the spot—it's almost unsettling!"

Old Wei, in a good mood, packed away his surgical instruments, picked up two small medicine bottles from the table, and handed them to him.

"The one with the red cap is a mild stimulant that temporarily enhances your nerve conduction and suppresses the side effects of the implant. Take it as directed, inhale twice now, and twice more one hour later."

The blue-capped medicine is the pain reliever and anti-inflammatory medication I prescribed for you. Take it no more than once every four hours, and no more than three times a day. If you don't feel pain, or the pain isn't severe, you don't need to take it.

"The service is really attentive, Lao Wei."

"That's right, after all, they are a major client."

Leo took two bottles of nebulizers, first using the stimulant with the red cap. He pressed the cap twice, and a large cloud of vapor was sprayed out, which he inhaled into his nasal cavity.

Next came Blue Cap's painkiller and anti-inflammatory medicine, which was a bit pungent and made him cough a couple of times.

"I've prescribed you a week's worth of medication. If everything is normal after a week, you can get the other prosthetic body installed. It won't delay your enrollment in March."

Old Wei restored the operating table to its original state and reached out his hand to him.

Leo reached out and grabbed it, using the leverage to pull himself up.

He took a few steps forward and felt fine, but his eyes were a little dizzy, as if he had just put on new glasses.

Old Wei followed behind him, observing and reminding him, "You'll get used to it. It'll feel a little awkward when you first get a prosthetic body."

After wandering around the clinic a few times and trying out the scanning function a few more times, the discomfort was suppressed by the medication, and Leo felt that he was fine again.

"I feel much better. From now on, I'm a 'modern person' too!"

"By the way, Old Wei, how did you know I was going to Arasaka Academy?"

Leo turned his head and saw that Old Wei had already sat back down at his desk and continued watching the boxing match.

As he walked over, he heard Old Wei say, "For a rich kid like you, choosing Night City instead of New America, the only place I can think of is the most famous Arasaka Academy. After all, everyone says that an Arasaka University diploma is a VIP ticket to the upper class."

"It seems to make sense."

Thinking of Arasaka's secret weapon, the Relic biochip, if Saburo Arasaka were to actually develop it, the Arasaka Corporation would indeed have the capital to dominate the world.

Just like in "Devil's Ending," the powerful, wealthy, and upper class gain immortality, while the lower class also gain immortality—forever living in a cyberpunk world of high technology and low life, forever unable to escape their fate of struggling to survive in the mud.

"Araka..."

He uttered those two words softly, shaking his head and sighing—using this to conceal the burning passion in his eyes.

Immortality...who wouldn't want immortality!

Giving Relic to Saburo Arasaka would only make this world more pathetic. Let Leo take this dangerous thing!

One year later, at the Glamour Building,

He wants to build his own team... no, that's not enough, he wants to establish his own company, his own army group, to take advantage of the unexpected and teach that old bastard Saburo Arasaka a good lesson!

"Ahem—what are you thinking about? Are you feeling unwell?"

Old Vie's voice struggled to enter his mind.

"Huh?" Leo looked over and saw that Old Wei had turned off the computer again and was pointing towards the door.

There stood a tall and imposing figure.

Leo instinctively switched to scanning mode, activated 4x optical zoom, and looked at his face—

The burly man had his hair tied in a bun, with a small tuft of round hair in the center of his head, resembling a small black disc on his forehead. This hairstyle, combined with his rather gentle face, gave him a first impression of being honest and reliable.

It's just a bit too big; it looks like a gorilla.

Jack...!?

Leo almost called out his name, but managed to restrain himself.

Judging from Jack's peeking around, he had obviously been there for a while.

Old Vivi shrugged: "I've told you so many times—we have new guests, go wait for Misty. But you've been spacing out the whole time, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about something. I'll go out and wait for a while."

Leo was surprised to run into his "good brother" here and was quite excited as he walked toward Jack.

This good brother, who unfortunately left the game early in the story, was one of his biggest regrets while playing the game. He never expected to meet him in person in his lifetime, so how could he stay calm?

As he approached, the big Jack's gaze lingered curiously on his face for a moment before he turned to the side in a friendly manner.

The two should have simply nodded to each other and passed by like strangers, but... Leo clearly didn't intend to choose this boring option.

“Leonardo DiCaprio, just call me Leo.” He extended his hand in a friendly manner, even though Misty had said that this gesture seemed a bit unusual in Watson District.

“Uh…” Jack was indeed momentarily taken aback by his enthusiasm and actions, but he quickly recovered and shook hands with him. “Jack Wells, it’s nice to meet you, amigo (friend).”

This was just a polite remark, as he would say to every new gang member and bar patron he met.

but,

The man held his hand tightly, and the eager look in his eyes made Jack's heart pound.

This guy is too enthusiastic... Could this rich guy have some kind of weird fetish?

"Leo...?"

Old Wei's voice seemed to come from a very distant place, waking Leo.

His memory was still of that final farewell in the taxi and the somber and oppressive funeral.

"Ah, oh... I'm sorry, I'm a little groggy after getting my prosthetic body replaced." Leo patted his good friend's arm with his other hand, and added before leaving, "We'll talk later."

"?"

Jack watched him walk away, then looked at Old Vie with a puzzled expression. "Wait... Old Vie, who is that guy? Why does he seem to know me?"

Nobody: Chapter Fourteen "Good evening, Night City!!"

"A new customer."

Old Wei was very principled and did not disclose Leo's personal information.

"Let's not talk about him anymore, let's talk about you. Jack, how's your injury healing? Have you followed the doctor's advice and stopped drinking?"

"Uh... Old Wei, you know I'm working as a temporary bartender at Wild Wolf now. Whether it's a new customer or a familiar face, I have to do my part."

The burly, strong man appeared rather simple-minded and his eyes darted around when facing Old Wei.

"I understand, you didn't follow the doctor's orders. Okay, then I won't prescribe painkillers for you this time."

"Hey!? No way, Old Wei..."

*

Leo slowly walked away, and could no longer hear the sounds coming from the basement.

However, he was already very content to see his good brother Jack again, especially since he was alive and well.

Jack Wells...

This time, he can't let the tragedy repeat itself; he has to lead his buddies to become "big shots."

Looking up at the already darkened sky, one can vaguely see the towering holographic billboards of Night City and the skyscrapers shrouded in the night.

Leo activated his 6x optical zoom and aimlessly scanned the sky. The tension and unease that had been lingering in his heart ever since he arrived in Night City finally eased.

"I've had a prosthetic body installed, I've seen familiar faces, I've found my way, at least I'm not a headless fly anymore. Alright then..."

Extend two middle fingers towards the sky.

"Good evening, Night City!!"

His reckless shouting drew insults from several homeless people.

"What are you yelling about, you company dog!"

"Get lost, do you want to get beaten up?"

Leo looked down at the homeless man lying in a corner, whose only possessions were a dirty mattress, and wisely fled into Misty's shop.

He turned and closed the door, and the ethereal, dreamlike sound of the chimes made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Welcome back. How was the trip?"

Misty's voice was as gentle as ever.

"Everything went smoothly, except for those homeless people outside your shop, which is a bit of a problem for me. Honestly, is it okay to leave them there?"

Leo turned around, paused as he passed the shrine, and examined it with great interest.

Bald, wearing a strange mask, with a golden body, four arms, and two of them holding purple crystal balls... Which mythological figure does this look like?

Misty answered his question softly: "That's their home. If we don't let them stay there, where can they go? Don't worry, I've been running this shop here for a long time, and everyone gets along well with each other."

"I really envy your calm and peaceful mindset. If someone kept nagging me with those weird words every day, I would have gone crazy long ago."

Leo didn't dwell on the statue; he simply pointed behind Misty.

Just a wall away was the prophet Gary, but fortunately he was probably tired and didn't continue "preaching".

Misty chuckled softly, leisurely shuffling the tarot cards: "That prophet is a diligent man. He doesn't always stay here; he travels throughout the City of Night preaching. So, it's not difficult to tolerate his voice occasionally."

"By the way..." she paused, "Have you seen that big guy from earlier?"

"Jack?"

"Great, it seems you already know each other. Then I don't need to introduce you."

Leo, don't let Jack's tough-guy appearance fool you. He looks like a hot-tempered brute, but he's actually a pretty good guy. If you need help, talking to him is definitely a good idea.

This sounds a bit like he's trying to get Jack to do something, but Leo doesn't mind at all—or rather, that's exactly what he intends to do.

Having just arrived in Night City, with no place to stay, no bodyguards, and not even a weapon for self-defense, what better option could there be than to seek refuge with his good brother Jack?

there is none left,

So let's do it this way!

"I think he's a very kind person, and seems like a reliable one. I'll talk to him later and see if he can help me find a place to stay, and it would be best if he could also introduce me to a reputable bodyguard."

For example, V or V-Shattering or something!

Misty smiled, looking like she was in a good mood.

Leo seized the opportunity to gossip: "You two seem to have a good relationship, are you boyfriend and girlfriend?"

“Not really. We grew up on the same street—we saw each other often, but didn’t really interact. It wasn’t until he got injured not long ago and started coming to Lao Wei’s place every day that we became familiar with each other.”

"I think Jack is great, and he's a good match for you."

"Heh, you're quite the social butterfly, trying to set up two 'strangers' on our first meeting."

"I'm the kind of person who can see right through someone's true nature. Trust me, you two are a good match."

Leo patted his chest, boasting and even appearing somewhat smug.

He wouldn't dare speak for others, but he knew a fair bit about the important NPCs he encountered in the game; it wouldn't be a lie to say he could see right through them.

Misty stopped talking to him about personal matters and instead invited him to a tarot reading.

Leo was very interested, but unfortunately he was interrupted before he could take action.

“Misty, and Lee…” Jack hesitated for a moment.