Chapter 1034: Bad Luck (2600 Bonus)

"Ooh! Ooh!"

A youth with a colorful mohawk hairstyle smashed the wine bottle in his hand against the ground and let out an excited roar: "Miss, well done, I support you!"

This is the slums of Night City!

The people here do not care at all about brawling, injuring others, or even killing!

For them, the blood and death in reality might be the only things that can bring a little excitement and stimulation to their nerves, whose thresholds have already been raised by the Gaia Network.

"Kill! Kill them!"

A stripper who had been more than 50% cybernetically modified shouted, starting to tear at her own clothes.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"I... I don't know."

Fisher stood up, lifted Old Matt off the ground, and said viciously: "Pay up, or I'll kill you!"

Amidst the noise, the bar owner 'Black Panther' walked out with a few bartenders, clutching a massive firearm: "Where did these wild dogs come from, daring to cause trouble in my shop?"

Old Matt stared viciously at Aaron: "You're dead... mess with me, mess with the Blood Hand Gang, you're dead..."

"Boss..."

Aaron suddenly stopped in his tracks, his expression carrying a slight sigh: "Fisher... go see your brother, I won't go in."

Bang!

Before the words had even faded, his firearm suddenly misfired, and the terrifying bullet blew away half of Old Matt's head.

This left Aaron feeling even more speechless.

By this time, they were probably all dead, right?

Just now, he had given the other party a stroke of bad luck.

"This..."

No response...

"Alright, then let's go together!"

"What's going on?"

Fisher chattered all the way about her and her brother: "My brother is very good at programming, I feel he will definitely be able to get into the best company..."

Aaron commented indifferently: "If we kill Old Matt and even the Blood Hand Gang behind him all at once, the deaths of so many people will definitely alarm the nobles of Night City, so... we had better run."

"As long as he gets an artificial heart, his illness will get better..."

"Boss, I'm sorry!"

In the street outside the bar.

The onlookers were even more eager to see the chaos, cheering and jeering.

Aaron ruffled Fisher's hair, a playful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Maybe... tomorrow Old Matt and the Blood Hand Gang will all be finished due to an accident!"

After the two left, a joy of surviving a disaster appeared on Black Panther's face, and then his eyes stared fixedly at Old Matt.

Old Matt's eyes rolled, and he immediately began to make excuses.

A faint smile hung on Aaron's face.

Fisher was clearly a bit surprised, then pushed the door open and entered the room, calling out: "Elijah?!"

Old Matt truly felt the maid's killing intent and couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

The other party collapsed on the ground, eyes hollow and vacant, like a doll.

"You damn profiteer, give me back my money!"

"Sigh... what a silly girl!"

At this moment, Miss Fisher finally revealed her constitution as a bio-modified human, smashing a fist into the floor.

As soon as the words fell, the bartenders, the owner 'Black Panther', Old Matt, and even the onlookers who were just there to watch the show all collapsed to the ground, their gazes toward Aaron filled with terror.

The two talked as they turned through several streets, arriving at a shanty area.

They had plenty of ways to make a person disappear without a sound.

"See, Fisher... this is a villain. Your weakness and concessions will only make him worse... rather than ending up with the worst result, it's better to just break everything."

Aaron smiled slightly and looked around: "Don't you feel your limbs going soft? You have already inhaled the anesthetic gas I prepared, which can sever the connection between you and your prosthetic limbs..."

Cause of death—psychosis, loss of consciousness!

"No!!!"

"Yes!"

However, the way the people around him looked at him was filled with horror.

The excruciating pain of losing an ear finally brought Old Matt back to his senses.

Fisher seemed to have her bones removed in an instant; she put Old Matt down, held her head in her hands, and crouched on the ground crying.

"A Wizard from a Mysterious sect!"

Fisher clearly trusted Aaron a lot by now: "Do you want to come with me to see my brother? He is very well-behaved and obedient..."

"His name is Elijah... he likes strawberry-flavored nutrient paste the most..."

Old Matt was not the type to just submit after being scared!

The ground suddenly cracked open, revealing a cement hole underneath!

"I recognize you, you are the doctor on Comet Street—Aaron!"

He only wanted to beat the other person up severely, but he never thought about actually killing them!

"Escapism is shameful, but it's quite useful."

Provoking a gang in the slums is certainly not a fun thing.

"I clearly heard you say it just now."

Old Matt's gaze was somewhat drifting and hazy as he logged into the Gaia network to operate.

Although the other person is a doctor, they are a doctor who can kill everyone!

Fiona looked full of worry.

It was this bastard who provoked that murderous star over here!

He did not know when he had regained his ability to move; with the muzzle of his gun pointed at Old Matt, his eyes were filled with killing intent: "It's you, you bastard... damn it..."

Especially in an occasion where all eyes are on you!

"It's Witchcraft!"

"Look at his form, which hasn't undergone the slightest modification; he's a Natural person!"

"Boss, you really know how to joke; I want to go home and take a look now."

"Blood Hand Gang?"

Black Panther was stunned for a moment.

Fiona muttered: "How about... we run to another city?"

Fiona's expression turned slightly panicked as she walked deeper inside, and then... she saw her younger brother's corpse.

"It doesn't matter."

But he awkwardly discovered that he seemed to not even have as much strength as this maid, and he actually couldn't lift her off!

A wail full of sorrow came from the shack: "Little brother, wake up... Big sister has already saved enough money for an artificial heart... Why? Why?"

When facing the lower class, only a direct threat to their life is the most effective!

"Money... money... I already handed it over to the Blood Hand Gang long ago."

Even she and her younger brother could hardly survive in this district anymore...

"What money? I don't know anything about that!"

He helped Fiona up, and the two of them walked out of the bar together.

Looking at the gazes of the people around him, Black Panther explained dryly: "It wasn't me... this was an... accident!"

Miss Fiona's courage vanished without a trace the moment she got the money, and she looked pitifully at her boss.

The next moment, the Husky maid, who had been radiating gloom, jumped up as if she had been fully revived: "Transfer notification... my money is back, it's back... Hahaha!"

Aaron couldn't even bear to watch from the side.

Old Matt was thrown onto the ground and finally reacted: "If you provoke me, you provoke the Blood Hand Gang; you will definitely not have a good end."

Fiona bowed ninety degrees: "Because of me, you have to move! I am truly very sorry!"

He stepped forward, grabbed Old Matt by the collar, and lifted him up again: "Transfer the money!"

"Damn it... how does this little girl have so much strength?"

"This world..."

Aaron watched this scene calmly and suddenly sighed: "It has become filthy again..."

(End of this chapter)