Chapter 131 – Bars Are Unlucky In The Next Life!
Arthur slumped back in the seat like a retired legend basking in the glory of his return.
Status, he thought. This is what real status looks like.
Anyone who saw him now would have to say it: Welcome back to Night City!
A short drive later, Emerick pulled the car from the city center into Little Chinatown, parking in front of the infamous Afterlife bar.
Despite the name, there weren’t many people from Longguo here anymore. Originally, when the district had been planned as a secondary city center, a massive wave of Chinese immigrants had flooded in, giving it the nickname. But over time, as with most things in Night City, it all went to hell.
Little Chinatown had become a chaotic melting pot. You had wealthy execs living in penthouses just a floor or two above street-level slums. High-end corporate offices shared walls with illegal gambling dens and underground fight clubs.
People of every background and every purpose mingled—or clashed—on the streets. Company dogs, mercenaries, factory workers, pickpockets, beggars, fixers, you name it. It was one of the most culturally diverse, but also the most dangerously unpredictable districts in all of Night City.
And yet, despite all this madness, there weren’t many gangs claiming territory here. Not really. The Tiger Claws might pass through from time to time, but no one really ran Little Chinatown.
Why?
Because mercenaries ran it.
Mercenaries loved chaos more than any gang could. And in the heart of all that chaos stood the Afterlife—the most legendary bar in the city. It wasn’t just a place to drink. It was where deals were made, contracts signed, alliances forged—or broken.