Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

Vito smiled, pulled out the detonator, and then flicked out a small knife from his right prosthetic arm, stabbing it into the C7 and revealing the plaster inside the C7 explosive.

He casually tossed the explosives to the stall owner, then tucked the detonator into his sleeve with his unclean little hands.

"Chew, chew with your big mouth."

The stall owner's face turned pale and then red. The person in front of him was an expert; he could tell from a few lifts that the volume and weight didn't match.

He watched Vito walk away before looking around and, finding no one paying attention, he hid the damaged explosives under his buttocks.

This is the market in Dogtown. You can buy good stuff, but most of it is the kind of low-quality goods that the vendors hype up.

Vito browsed the weapons market again. There were many military weapons here, but the prices were also quite high. A military-grade crusher with a modified barrel could sell for several thousand here.

Upon hearing the price, Vito immediately put the gun back, fearing the shop owner might not be able to sell it and would try to scam him. He had pretended to be rich a few days ago, and now old Tommasino was chasing after him with an account book in one hand and a scale in the other.

He noticed that Thomasinho also had some old-fashioned traits, and had a pure love for being a creditor.

As soon as Vito put down his gun, a mercenary readily paid for the Crusher. Now, Vito was the clown.

The young bosses from Dogtown make a good living working outside the town, and even at such high prices, there's a market for these old guns that evoke nostalgia.

The shopkeeper sized Vito up and down, as if trying to gauge whether the man had the money to buy anything. Luckily, Vito hadn't come to the shop to use the restroom, or the shopkeeper's gaze would have ripped Vito's bones out.

Vito then walked past a bunch of messy arcade machines, and suddenly he smelled the aroma of food. It was a real aroma, not Vito's sense of smell being ruined by smoking.

Following the aroma, I approached the stall, which was a Chinese fried noodle stall.

Vito's unpleasant memories suddenly flooded back.

He hesitated in front of the stall, wanting to give it a try but also afraid of being bombarded with fried noodles again.

"Give it a try, their noodles are amazing, I eat here every day."

At that moment, a young man of Asian descent walked past Vito and sat down at the stall.

"Boss! Same as always!"

"Oh, isn't this Senji Kitsune? It's been a while since I've had noodles here."

"I've been busy processing orders lately, mostly takeout."

“I heard from Zhang Qiang that you’ve become someone else’s loyal customer. Here, let me give you a few more skewers.”

Chapter 126 It's been too long since I forgot.

Vito ate the fried noodles, and they were indeed quite good. The taste was almost so good that Vito exclaimed that it tasted like the noodles from the noodle shop downstairs.

As Vito was eating, a burly man wearing sunglasses sat down next to him.

"A bowl of braised noodles."

Vito glanced at the burly man.

"A Hanz person?"

The burly man nodded.

“I am Joinias, everyone calls me Big Jo.”

“Okay, Joe, my name is Vito. Hanz was being mysterious and didn’t say what he wanted to do. Now you can tell me.”

Da Qiao didn't reply; his voice was muffled and slightly resentful.

"It's my lunch break now, and I don't really want to talk about work."

Vito didn't expect that Joe was someone who refused to work overtime.

"Indeed, if vampires don't give workers time to eat, then they should be hung from streetlights."

Big Joe frowned, not understanding what Vito meant.

Why was he hung from a street lamp?

Vito lit a cigarette for his after-dinner.

"It's a game from my hometown. You eat slowly, I'll wait for you. You need to be full to have the strength to fight for Hans."

Da Qiao enjoyed the food in front of him. The way he chewed patiently didn't look like he was eating, but rather like he was performing a ritual.

Vito sensed from Da Qiao the utmost respect for food.

After the mukbang ended, Da Qiao wiped her mouth.

"Let's go, I heard you're fast?"

Which aspect are you referring to?

"Get to work."

"That's alright. I cherish every moment at work, and I will never procrastinate if I can finish my work early and rest."

Big Joe nodded and gave Vito a chip.

"That's good. The target of this mission is in this chip."

Vito didn't have a chip in his brain. He'd better be more careful in Dogtown.

"Tell me verbally what this job entails."

Big Joe saw that Vito wasn't inserting the chip and didn't pressure him. Everyone has their own way of doing things, and it's always good to be cautious.

"Alright, I'll waste my breath. This mission is at the Heartache Club. You need to find a sports agent named Seren and get some information from her."

"That's it? Then why is Hanz hiding it and unwilling to tell us?"

Big Joe shook his head.

“These people are all Hanz’s European friends. On the surface, he wouldn’t do anything bad to his friends. You are employed by me, and everything is at my behest. It has nothing to do with Hanz.”

Vito shrugged. These businessmen like to take a roundabout way of doing bad things.

"Fine, but you're just going to tell me about this kind of thing with Hans so easily?"

Big Joe, seemingly unconcerned, handed Vito a portable terminal.

"It's nothing, everyone does it this way. After all, you'll shake hands and exchange a few pleasantries when you meet. Just don't smear the bloodstains on someone else's suit."

This is a portable terminal for retrieving data. If someone dies, you can plug it in to read the data, but I advise you to be careful; if she dies, it will be a huge problem.

"Fine, I'll get it any way I want."

Da Qiao looked at the hot dog stand next to him and rubbed his belly.

"Anything is fine, as long as there's no bloodshed in the 'Heartfelt Club.' You can even lure her into a dark alley and force her to hand over the information at gunpoint."

"Da Qiao, do you know me?"

Upon hearing the question, Joe carefully looked Vito up and down a few times before giving a serious answer.

"I don't know him."

"That's good."

……

Upon arriving at the target location, Vito was stopped by two hound soldiers guarding the club entrance.

"A new face? Show me your pass."

Vito, unsure which pass to pull out, asked.

"What pass? When I came before, you all stood on both sides and waited for me to come in."

The hound soldiers stood in front of Vito.

"So you've never been here before, you're just preoccupied. Don't make me say it twice, and don't even think about forcing your way in, or I'll be lenient by leaving you on the street."

I heard that a Dogtown pass was required. Vito handed over a card, which Tommasino had given him. After scanning it once upon entering Dogtown, he could enter and exit the town.

"Oh, it's Mr. Vito Musso. Please come in. We hope you have a good time, even if you're preoccupied with your own worries! We've scanned your ID, so you can come right in next time!"

Vito nodded, and after he went inside, another hound soldier asked.

"Who is he? Why are you being so polite to him?"

The scanner said in a low voice.

"That card was approved by the colonel for the Son of Gold from Europe. This kid is probably some rich family's son who's come to Dogtown looking for fun!"

"Coming to Dogtown for fun? These rich people are really strange."

"Stop grumbling, these people just like seeking thrills."

Upon arriving at the Heartfelt Club, Vito first saw the group of monks he had met at the hotel. They were chatting and laughing as they went up to the second floor, presumably to their private room.

As soon as Vito sat down at the bar, the preoccupied bartender, Helen Vendu, came over and asked Vito what he wanted to drink.

"A glass of gin on the rocks, topped with a slice of lemon."

Vito sent a message to Big Joe.

[I've joined the club. Send me a picture of your target.]

Are you one of those old-fashioned people who don't use chips? I thought you were just afraid of being tricked and didn't want to put one in front of me.

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[This is our first collaboration, and I'm worried about getting a virus. I've heard people in Dogtown like to make these kinds of things.]

[That was the Voodoo Gang's dirty work. We still have some morals; let's embrace technology as soon as possible. Working with you is exhausting.]

Vito, drinking his wine, searched for his target. After observing for a while, he saw that his target, Seren, was heading towards the restroom.

He followed behind Ciron, scanning Ciron's body.

Seren had a synthetic stomach installed, and Vitor quickly released a puppet that corrupted Seren's synthetic stomach, causing it to spasm and spray a mixture of wine and food all over the floor.

Vito quickly stepped forward and patted Seren on the back.

"Damn it, why did you throw up here? Let me help you inside to throw up!"

Vito casually patted Seren on the back of the neck, then helped the unconscious Seren toward the restroom. To onlookers, it looked like Vito was simply helping a drunkard.

Upon entering the stall, Vito placed Cielen on the toilet and plugged in the portable terminal that Joe had given him.

Ciellen was in good physical condition; she woke up halfway through the data download.

Upon seeing a stranger reading documents in a toilet stall, she instinctively punched Vito.

Snapped!

Vito slapped her hand away, then delivered another controlled blow that knocked Ciarán unconscious.

A blow to the back of the neck can easily be fatal. Vito had to put in a lot of effort to wake Cielen unexpectedly. When doing this kind of work, Vito still tries his best not to kill anyone.

beep!

Terminal data download complete.

Vito put the terminal in his pocket and walked out of the bathroom.

[Da Qiao, I got it.]

[It's me, Big Joe! Take your stuff to the pizza place at the stadium, I'll be waiting for you there.]

[Aren't they all the same, Big Joe? I'll be there in five minutes.]

Vito used to have some mercenary ethics, never looking at the data his clients asked for, but this job piqued his curiosity. It was so easy, which seemed a bit out of place for Hanz.

He glanced at the data.

[Investigation into Dogtown youth team members receiving premature and excessive prosthetic implants]

Chapter 127 A Guide to Wasting Life

"You're really fast. I thought you'd be taking much longer."