Chapter 107 – I Have Never Seen Such an Arrogant Person!
V hadn't even blinked before Arthur muttered under his breath and subtly nodded in the direction of the entrance.
Two Arasaka agents were already approaching their booth, their black trench coats catching the neon glare of the Ritz Bar's LED jungle. Their steps were deliberate, synchronized—military precision in corpo skin. Their eyes locked onto V like heat-seeking missiles.
They didn't spare Arthur or Jack a glance.
The dismissive aura radiating off them was thick enough to choke someone. In the rigid hierarchy of Night City, corpo agents didn't see street rats like Arthur or Jack as people. No—only useful tools could be considered human. The rest? Background noise. Disposable assets. Collateral damage with a name.
In that sense, scavengers had more decency. At least they robbed you for a reason.
"Did you squeal?" one of the agents asked V coldly, his tone carrying the arrogance of a tax auditor who knew he was untouchable.
Arthur didn't even flinch. In Night City, this counted as small talk.
He casually scooted his drink aside, leaned toward Jack, and clinked glasses. "To escaping the snake pit."
Jack grinned, a bit too eagerly. "Damn right—to not dying like corpo chumps."
The agents didn't care. Their mission wasn't to acknowledge Arthur or Jack—it was to isolate V.
"You must be mistaken," V replied sharply, her voice clipped, defensive. "I don't recall you being on Jenkins' clearance list."