Players Invade Cyberpunk

After the battle, the six gathered at the mountaintop, each opening a bottle of mineral water and drinking heartily.

"Let pure water benefit your whole body."

"Become the hero of your family."

A final upward shot showed the flag fluttering above, a few fighter jets streaking across the sky, followed by dozens of cloaked roaches parachuting down.

"Become the legend in your children's eyes."

The advertisement ended with Brother Dao's deep voice.

"Simply perfect!"

The PR department didn't care that they were on a subway train; they directly hugged their good buddy sitting next to them and jumped up, even starting to sing a little tune.

"I'm freaking awesome!"

"The show was explosive, truly worthy of my second brother. Turning this in is a guaranteed mission success."

"Big Bro, Second Bro, I think we might get sued."

"Who the hell is afraid? If those idiots have the balls, let them come after us in the game. Let's see if I don't wreck their development team."

The only issue is feeling a bit sorry for the giant. After filming the ad, this guy boasted about throwing the group of three super balloons into West Lake to feed the crabs.

"Screw you all, a bunch of traitors, I should never have trusted you!"

"Damn it! Just wait! If I don't avenge this, I'm no human!"

But regrets were useless now. After all, he signed a contract with the group of three, and refusing to fulfill the contract would mean ten times compensation.

The giant could afford it, but felt it unnecessary; losing a bit of face is just normal for him, anyway. He'd find a chance to get revenge later.

However, the cheers of the three drew strange looks from everyone on the train, especially the white-haired middle-aged man in a red suit across from them, whose four eyes seemed to look at the group of three like they were fools.

His eyes were filled with contempt, disdain, and even a slight sense of despising inferiority.

After the cheering stopped and the trio sat back, they noticed the odd gaze from the person opposite.

What's up with this guy, looking sideways at people?

Plus, one eye on the left face, three on the right—ugly is one thing, but this abstractly ugly, and asymmetrical!

How could the players tolerate this?

The PR guy immediately stared back provocatively, "What are you looking at? Four-eyes, I recognize you."

He didn't recognize him, just trying to imitate a gangster's tone to threaten the other.

The four-eyed guy lowered his eyes, sitting elegantly, looking at the newspaper in his hands, ignoring the group's antics.

This wasn't fear, just pure disregard, not seeing them as anyone important.

"Wow, so cocky? Looks like I need a little 'meeting' with you."

The PR guy was about to get up and show off the snake fist he just learned from Natural Curl but was held down by the Truth Department.

The Truth Department noticed several tall, black-suited bodyguards around the four-eyed guy, with clear gun bulges on their waists and backs, and combat augmentations were likely abundant. Logic said someone of this status shouldn't even be on the subway.

"Forget it, don't stoop to their level."

Not that they were scared, but being on a moving train with so many people, brawling over words seemed unnecessary. Plus, it could easily bring down a swarm of NCPD, dying a needless death once during such events isn't worth it.

Besides, the other party hadn't provoked or struck first, and it might be judged by the system as malicious harm to NPC bystanders, getting them kicked offline.

The PR guy could only quell his anger.

"Hmph, the magnanimous won't remember the pettiness. I'll let you off this time."

However, after getting off at the station, he still gave the four-eyed guy the middle finger.

"Next time we meet, I'll punch out your eyes!"

"I swear, I'll really punch out those eyes of yours with one blow."

After saying that, he posed in a snake fist snake-mimicry posture.

The PR guy's provocation didn't bother the four-eyed guy. In his eyes, countless street punks like him died every day, with nothing but arrogance. Even if they were mercenaries of that company, it was the same.

Anyway, death wasn't too far for them, so let them be arrogant for now.

At this moment, the big black guy next to him leaned over and whispered in his ear,

"Mr. Faraday, should we have someone take care of them?"

Faraday still didn't lift his head, seemingly absorbed in the newspaper in his hands, whose headlines discussed the city council, Kangtao, Militech, and Horizon Corporation's development of the Big Sur water resources.

He flipped a page and said lightly,

"Huang Ban asked me to handle Reyes, not this bunch of cyber psychos. Getting paid for one job doesn't mean doing two, and they won't last long anyway. Don't complicate things."

His tone was flat without fluctuation, yet chilling to the bone.

Though Faraday appeared indifferent, the players' combat abilities were genuinely formidable. He didn't want to be bitten by a cornered dog in desperation, especially not to die during a mission, that would be a huge loss.

Upon hearing that Faraday intended to deal with Reyes, the big black guy's heart skipped a beat.

"This... isn't it a bit against the rules, taking out a middleman... especially Reyes..."

Half of Santo Domingo's underbelly had connections big or small with Reyes. Repair shops, used car plants, mercenaries, even a small street vendor might have to pay Reyes protection fees.

Not quite like Faraday, who took on big company 'orders,' but still a figure in Night City.

"Rules are made by people, and he himself came from a company; he should know better."