Chapter 71 - 70: He Stole My Youth!
Arthur carried two boxes and stepped into the pool of blood on the ground, continuing forward without a care. His soles were stained with blood, but it didn't bother him. After all, if someone sprinkled luminol reagent over Night City, the entire place would glow like a massive neon lightstick.
He felt a little puzzled. According to the theory of evolution, idiots like Silly Qwen should have been naturally eliminated. Yet, despite the years passing, the number of fools in Night City had only increased. This went against all logic—Darwin himself would be rolling in his grave.
A short walk later, Arthur arrived outside a small house. He glanced up at the window above, activated the prosthetic enhancements in his legs, and jumped straight into the room.
Before the bald man inside could react, Arthur had already knocked him out.
There was no need for small talk. If the priest hadn't requested him to bring this guy to the client, Arthur would have just put a bullet in his head.
Jumping out of the window once more, he returned to the alley and tossed the unconscious man to the ground. The entire process was smooth and efficient. A few people wandering nearby saw it happen, but they all kept their heads down, staring at their worn-out shoes.
It was clear they had no interest in getting involved.
William stood nearby, silently smoking, hoping Arthur would complete the mission successfully. At the same time, he debated whether he should go into hiding.
If the mission failed, his identity as the employer might be exposed.
In Night City, there was no official verification process for cyberpunks, so their professional ethics were flexible. Some were even known to deceive their clients. In this city, money ruled everything. Having a middleman was useful, but it also meant being associated with all kinds of scum.
Suddenly—