Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

Vito arrived at the sidelines, and Fred quickly came over to help him warm up, while the old Vito introduced the opponent.

Vito told Jack while warming up.

"Quick, Jack, the money's in! Take it and bet it! Win this round in six! Hurry!"

Jack quickly ran to find the person who was opening the betting pool to place his bet.

“Listen, Vito, your opponent this time is a guy from the Sixth Street gang nicknamed ‘Armored Vehicle.’ I’ve watched his previous matches; this guy’s techniques are all military-style. Be careful to protect your chest and neck. Most importantly, this kid isn’t very clean; watch out for him playing dirty tricks on you. He has spikes under his skin in his knuckles. Watch out for your eyes and chin!”

"Thanks, Old Wei!"

The host began the introductions, and the contestants from both sides took to the stage one by one.

"Whoosh~ Keep it up, handsome, I've bet a lot on you."

A female voice rang out from the stands. Vito turned around and saw it was the girl from the Mox gang.

"Before the market closes, I'll place an additional bet. I'll take him down in six rounds!"

The Mox gang all heard it, but only the girl excitedly ran to add to the note, and her friends stopped her.

"Liying, don't lose all your rent money!"

Liying jumped into the aisle.

"Don't worry, I'll invest in this handsome guy. He won't let me down!"

Chapter 46 In this dazzling city of night

The armored vehicle also heard Vito's words. He was known for his fiery temper and was easily angered. Hearing his opponent look down on him like that, he immediately became furious.

"Kid! I'm going to send you to hell!"

Vito's lips curled slightly; this was also part of his strategy—to provoke his opponent and force them to reveal more weaknesses.

"Stop talking nonsense. I still need to ask that girl out to dinner after I've knocked you out!"

Vito continued his provocations.

"Damn it! You little bastard, you asked for this!"

As soon as the bell rang, the armored vehicles launched a fierce attack. Vito maintained his distance from the armored vehicles with his footsteps, and the armored vehicles' attacks frequently missed, which made him even more anxious.

"Go, armored vehicle! Take him down!"

The thugs from the Sixth Street Gang started shouting. The Sixth Street Gang was also a major gang in Night City. Its members consisted of veterans, former police officers, former corporate agents, and rednecks who had received crash combat training. They had a great fondness for the new American government and liked to have smuggled military personnel put cybernetic bodies on themselves. They would do anything to achieve their goals.

Hearing the Sixth Street gang's clamor, the Valentino gang naturally wouldn't back down, as they had placed a heavy bet on Vito.

"Damn it! Vito, tear that cripple to shreds!"

What does it mean to kill someone for their intentions?

He was proud that the armored vehicle had lost a leg in the unification war, and it was something he often boasted about to the rest of the gang.

Although his leg was blown apart by the explosion, it didn't stop him from romanticizing the incident as if he had bravely fought three combat drones to save his comrades, and in the end, his leg and the drone were both destroyed.

Now, the scum of Valentino are calling themselves cripples, which has enraged the armored vehicle enough to detonate the Yellowstone volcano.

He began to try more aggressive fighting moves, such as leaping up to quickly close the distance with Vito and then throwing several vicious punches, each aimed at Vito's throat and facial triangle.

Vito didn't block; he continued to dodge the attacks with his evasive maneuvers and footwork, while simultaneously spewing out trash talk.

"Your leg is pretty good, but why not put on a layer of synthetic skin? Is it because you can't afford it? Or are you afraid people won't be able to tell you're lame?"

The armored vehicles are moving more and more aggressively.

"What's your name? Armored Vehicle? Can you tell me your real name? To be honest, I've never heard of anyone like you, at least not on the list of outstanding contributors to the Unification War. You didn't cut your leg and want to claim disability benefits, did you? But America seems to have abolished that thing a hundred years ago. Have you never been online and don't know?"

Vito's provocations were like daggers to the heart of the armored vehicle, breaking its defenses even more effectively than kicking a cripple's good leg.

Actually, the armored vehicle made a big mistake: it focused on the game instead of listening to its opponent's trash talk. It attacked Vito fiercely, but still missed every punch.

Ding~

The bell rang, and the first round ended.

Both parties walked to their respective octagonal corners.

Old Vito and Fred came to set up a strategy for Vito.

Fred encouraged him.

"Vito, that guy can't even touch the hem of your shirt. Beating him is easier than drinking a drink!"

Old Vittor then gave Vito some instructions.

“Vito, your tactics were very successful, and your footwork was superb, but I’m sure this guy will be a bit aggressive next round, so you have to be careful.”

Vito nodded.

On the other hand, the armored vehicle's coaching team consisted of gang thugs; they were only there because their fighting skills were well-known within the gang.

A thug nicknamed "Tank" was making noise on the side.

"Damn it, all this guy does is hide. Armored vehicle, just corner him and then poke his head into a pulp with this thing!"

The armored vehicle gritted its teeth and nodded, its eyes blazing with fury.

After three more rounds, the armored vehicle continued its relentless attack, forcing Vito into a corner. However, Vito precisely controlled the distance to prevent the armored vehicle from succeeding. Vito also saw through the armored vehicle's intentions, and he prepared to turn the tables on it in the next round.

The audience booed in dissatisfaction because Vito kept dodging without throwing a punch. Valentino, fearing that the booing would affect Vito, shouted loudly.

"Damn it, what the hell are you calling your mother? Shut your mouths!"

"Put your mouths! If you yell any more, I'll kill all of you scum!"

The animal gang, including some boxers, saw through Vito's intentions, but they felt that since Vito was capable of fighting an armored vehicle, he should have a real, hand-to-hand combat, instead of hopping around like a rabbit.

The bell rang for the fifth round.

This time, Vito made a mistake and retreated to a corner. The armored vehicle, which had been holding back for a long time, was overjoyed and launched a powerful counterattack against Vito.

From the armored vehicle's perspective, "After taking this punch, you'd better cower in the corner and take the beating."

Vito slightly ducked to dodge the heavy punch, then raised his right hand, using his biceps and forearm to clamp the armored vehicle's hand. He then quickly turned and flung the armored vehicle into the corner of the octagon. In an instant, the offense and defense switched.

The armored vehicle, enraged by its excessive force, was unable to react in time, and Vito began his own heavy attack.

Ten punches in three seconds left the armored vehicle seeing stars. It had to raise its hand to protect its head. After taking more than a dozen more heavy punches, Vito finally calmed the armored vehicle down.

Suddenly, Vito's attack stopped.

The armored vehicle was hit so hard it made people's ears ring.

"Is the round over?"

The armored vehicle breathed a sigh of relief; people are prone to serious accidents when they relax in high-pressure environments.

The armored vehicle subconsciously lowered its boxing stance, and as a result, he saw a fist growing bigger and bigger in his eyes.

Boom!

Vito's powerful punch landed squarely on the front of the armored vehicle, which, with its back against the ground, took the blow without any resistance.

"A deliberate punch, kid!"

Vito blew on his fist.

The crowd erupted in deafening cheers; Valentino had practically shouted himself hoarse for the boys.

Li Ying excitedly hugged her friend and screamed.

"He really won! Wow! Four thousand dollars! He won a whole four thousand dollars!"

Vito's punch damaged the armored vehicle's prosthetics, and the steel spikes hidden in his hand popped out uncontrollably.

Old Wei was shocked when he saw the steel spikes that were over ten centimeters long. The thugs from the Sixth Street Gang weren't here for a competition; they were there to kill.

The Sixth Street gang had clearly placed a heavy bet on the armored vehicle, with several thugs angrily pulling out their pistols.

The Animal Gang, who were in charge, immediately drew their weapons and pointed them at the Sixth Street Gang thugs, signaling them not to make any rash moves.

Valentino's gang, seeing that the Sixth Street gang couldn't afford to lose, also drew their guns and pointed them at the enemy.

"Puta! Are you a sore loser? Huh? Everyone has a gun!"

The venue descended into brief chaos, but the animal troupe's presence had a deterrent effect, and the situation quickly calmed down.

After all, these guys are physically strong and proficient in martial arts. They have always been the first choice for security guards and doormen at nightclubs in Night City. Even if the Sixth Street Gang wants to cause trouble in a venue guaranteed by the Animal Gang, they have to consider whether it is worth going to war with these big guys.

Our protagonist, Vito, happily counted his money. This match was very close to the sixth game before Vito placed his bets on, and Vito had made a lot of money.

Chapter 47 Wake me up

"We've struck it rich again!"

Vito was too tired to watch the rest of the game; he had been busy all day and wanted to get some rest.

Just as they were leaving, the girl named Liying also came out with her friends, seemingly planning to treat them to a nice meal to celebrate.

Li Ying and her friends also saw Vito and Jack, and Li Ying waved wildly at Vito.

"Hey! Hey! Vito! Over here!"

Vito walked over with a smile.

"I saw it, but don't break the prosthetic body, you know me?"

Liying smiled.

"What kind of stupid question is this? I need to know the boxer's name before I place a bet, okay? My name is Li Ying Wesley, and this is my good friend, Cammy Watson."

Vito extended his hand and shook hands with both of them.

"I'm Vito, and this is my buddy Jack Wells. Want to grab a late-night snack?"

Liying shrugged.

"Sorry, tonight is a girls' night out, and we don't plan to let any men join us. Come to Lizhi next time, and I'll definitely treat you to a few drinks! Goodbye!"

After saying that, Li Ying and her friend drove away from the venue in an old-fashioned Mercedes.

"It seems Miss Liying doesn't like Mr. Vito. Hahaha, this is the first time I've seen you fail to accomplish anything, Vito."

Jack put his arm around Vito's shoulder.

Vito watched as the creaking car drove away, and made a helpless expression.

"I wish that old, beat-up car had broken down there. What a pity, it was just Vito and Mr. Wells's supper."

Jack continued to laugh.

“Mr. Vito, you’re sorely mistaken. Mr. Wells is going to share his joy with Miss Misty today. Vito, how about I take you home and you lend me your car?”

Vito shrugged, mimicking Li Ying's gesture.

"Sorry, since that's the case, I'm going to go for a drive in my car, but my plans always include my good buddies. Have fun tonight, Mr. Wells, and make your first job in your next life."

Vito handed the car key card to Jack.

"Thank you, Vito. You know, I like to share my happy moments with Misty."

Just as the two were hailing the car to leave, several new recruits from the Sixth Street gang, led by an armored vehicle, surrounded Vito and Jack.

"Trying to leave? Not so easy, you son of a bitch! You beat me pretty badly!"

The armored vehicle pulled out a Mallorian revolver and pointed it at Vito, cursing.

Vito and Jack exchanged a helpless glance. This was Night City; there was never a moment of peace.

Vito snapped his fingers and simultaneously activated the newly installed turret on the magician through a program. It was still Vito's favorite Type 31 heavy machine gun that emerged, its menacing muzzle staring at the Sixth Street gang like the eyes of a demon.

"Relax, armored vehicle, Big Brother is watching you! Put away that little gun and don't make trouble for yourself."

The armored vehicle glanced at the 31 heavy machine guns, then at Vito and his companion, and finally could only angrily put away the Malorian.