Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 902, Section 112: The Former Netherworld Hound
"Brother-in-law, do you think KK will really accept us?"

Listening to his brother-in-law's somewhat worried words, this former captain of the Netherhounds, one of the representatives of the former members who came this time, was also unsure of what would happen next.

"Regardless, KK has said he'll accept us. He needs manpower to become the new king of Dogtown. There's a saying, 'It's better to offer help than to add flowers to brocade.' If we go now, KK will probably give us some treatment since we're among the first to join him."

The former captain of the Netherhound squad said, but then added somewhat uncertainly, "No matter what, he can still make a living. He needs someone to guard the gate, right?"

Hearing his brother-in-law's words, the younger former Netherhound's expression turned somewhat strange.

The strange reason wasn't that I was worried about my future or anything like that, but rather...
"Brother-in-law, is there something wrong with the Chinese dialogue template you loaded? As far as I know, it should be called 'sending charcoal in snowy weather' instead of 'sending charcoal in water,' right?"

"Would it kill you to say less?"

After glancing at his brother-in-law, who always seemed to talk too much, the former captain of the Netherhound squad quickly checked his dialogue template, found that there was indeed a problem, and promptly corrected it.

It's no secret that KK uses certain languages ​​when he speaks.

Even the lowest-ranking mercenaries understand that when negotiating business, catering to the other party's preferences and using their preferred language can quickly build rapport. This is even more true for someone like him who once guarded the gates of Dogtown. This job requires him to be observant and adaptable.

If he didn't have this ability, he wouldn't be qualified to be nominated as one of the representatives by the other Netherhounds. However, his only mistake was that he brought along his talkative and sarcastic brother-in-law.

Speaking of which, this former captain of the Ghost Hound squad and his brother-in-law had dealt with KK's squad before.

It was his brother-in-law's foul mouth that almost got him into a fight with KK's team. That incident nearly gave the team leader a fright. If KK hadn't been so good-natured and hadn't taken it to heart, they would have been dead back then.

Accidents caused by a sharp tongue happen countless times every day in Night City.

Some cyberpsychotics might even pull out a knife and start a massacre in the street just because someone makes a foul comment on their phone.

"You'd better not say anything when you go in. Just follow me obediently. If your sister hadn't been placed around the stadium and you weren't worried about her, I wouldn't have brought you here. If you insist on coming, you'd better behave yourself. If you say anything again, no one can save you."

After warning his talkative brother-in-law, and seeing that they had arrived at the agreed meeting place and were now only separated by a door, the former Netherhound squad leader looked at the other former Netherhound representatives around him, took a deep breath, and stood at the door.

They still have to wait for notification before they can go in. Mr. KK inside seems to be talking to someone right now. Their appointment time is five minutes later.

Just as the leader of the Ghost Hound squad was adjusting his emotions and getting ready, he saw the door in front of him open before the scheduled time.

Then, a middle-aged man whose face was clearly disguised and whose clothes were ordinary came out.

The middle-aged man glanced at them casually, his gaze lingering briefly on their ghostly hound attire before ignoring them and continuing on his way, quickly passing them and leaving.

'Is that the person who talked to KK?'

This is what every former Ghost Hound present is thinking right now.

They didn't recognize the person, or rather, the person had disguised their appearance to avoid being recognized, but they could still sense the person's aura. That rather arrogant, condescending air, as if looking down on them, was evident in their gaze.

His gaze swept across the room casually, without lingering, as if none of the hounds present were worth a second glance.

Based on the experience of the former captain of the Ghost Hound squad, such people are often either seasoned big shots with many subordinates who can be mobilized, or figures who have held or are currently in high positions of power. These are the people you should never mess with when they are guarding the gate.

To put it in simple terms.

This person has the demeanor of a corporate dog. In today's world, the difference in temperament between someone who has been trained by a company and someone who hasn't is astonishing. That kind of ingrained stench can be smelled from afar.

The squad leader didn't look too closely, nor did he dare to. Who knew what kind of person was qualified to talk to KK? This was something a mere gatekeeper squad leader couldn't possibly know.

Even in the old days, being a security guard required keen eyesight.

After the distinguished-looking middle-aged man left, KK inside didn't seem to intend to follow the scheduled time. As if eager to finish his business quickly, he spoke up immediately:

"Let them in."

As the squad leader heard this, he noticed four people walking out of the room. Judging from their posture, they were all clearly elite personnel, not to mention the military-grade equipment they were wearing.

Having spent so long in Dogtown, a place where the arms trade is the foundation of their livelihood, he had a good eye for things. Any single piece of equipment on those people was worth enough to buy the entire gear of their former Ghosthound crew.

The four men stared at the group of Netherhounds, their sharp, scrutinizing gazes seeming to pierce through their 'dog skin' and look straight into their hearts. The sense of threat, as if a single wrong move would mean instant death, made each former Netherhound representative tense up.

Fortunately, the four men's scrutinizing gazes didn't last long. Although they were wary of the former Netherhound, as if he were some kind of threat and that his mere presence in front of KK was disrespectful, they still carried out KK's orders very well.

“There are twelve people in total, which matches the list. You can go in now. Lord KK wants to see you,” one of them said, then made no attempt to hide his complaint in a low voice, his words carrying obvious accusation, “It’s so cumbersome and incompetent. They can’t even choose a representative who can be respected.”

This second half of the evaluation, so blatant yet so jarring, clearly reached the ears of every former Netherhound, making them feel as if they had thorns in their backs.

Fortunately, the other party only made that one obvious pointed remark and did nothing more to them. Instead, they naturally stepped aside and gestured for them to go in.

When the former Ghosthound squad leader and his colleagues entered the room, they were greeted by KK smiling at them.

"Welcome, everyone."

This was the first thing they heard from KK.

His words were full of friendliness and warmth.

(End of this chapter)