Cyberpunk: I didn't cheat.

"How about boxing? You should be very interested in that. We also have some talented young fighters here. You should check them out."

Thiago then changed the content of the holographic projection from football to boxing.

As soon as Thiago gave the order, the two boxers fought with all their might, trying to knock their opponent down.

Both boxers were fitted with gorilla arms. Although the size was reduced, the problem remained: it's simply unrealistic to expect prosthetics to function at full capacity when they are proportionally smaller.

So these are all limited improvements. The elbow and shoulder joints of both boxers are severely affected by the prosthetics. Although their movements are fast, Vito observed that they experience severe resistance.

One of the boxers had abdominal muscles added to improve his abdominal resistance to blows. The abdominal muscles did fit his body well, but the boxer's natural talent was not as good as the other one.

"No need to look any further, let's stop here."

Vito called off the demonstration.

Thiago was puzzled.

"Why? Are these two boxers too bad? It's okay, we'll have a new batch of trainees in a while, and then we can select the talented ones."

Vito asked the question again.

Why do you like to put prosthetic bodies on children?

A hint of impatience flashed across Thiago's face.

“Vito, this is giving the kids of Dogtown a way out! You’ve seen the other people in Dogtown, haven’t you? They’re no different from the walking dead. When they grow up, they’ll either become thieves and con artists or robbers and murderers. You have no idea how much effort I’ve put in to prevent them from going down those paths!”

Vito disagreed with Thiago's words.

"It seems your efforts are misdirected. I would say you're someone important if you started an educational institution, but I cannot condone this behavior."

Thiago became somewhat agitated again.

"Is my direction wrong? Have you ever dealt with those commoners? Their low-level education means they can't even understand some basic terminology. They're all short-sighted and ignorant."

You have no idea about Dogtown. The people here only think about getting food in their mouths right away, and they want whatever they can get immediately. They lie in the garbage dump all day fantasizing, and then wake up to strip the dead of their clothes. I gave their children a way out, a way to take their whole family away from this doghouse!

Vito glanced at Thiago with his prosthetic eye. Thiago didn't have many prosthetics installed on his body, not even the most basic synthetic lungs.

"Dr. Thiago, the ones you put on the shelves for the clubs to choose from should be the best sports T-shirts, right?"

These are the ones who have a chance to go to the club, but what about those who don't? Their families simply can't afford to treat the aftereffects. Even if you give them prosthetic bodies, they still can't afford to maintain them.

"Building a human skeleton for a hundred people and having one person climb on it—even Daiying is humanoid compared to you all."

Before Thiago could retort, Vito continued.

"Moreover, those who climb up won't be happy for long. Under such high-intensity use of prosthetics, these youth team players who went to the club can't possibly live to retirement. At best, they'll be around thirty years old."

The club and the company are cut from the same cloth. If you say you didn't tamper with the contracts, even Satan would laugh. Don't flatter yourselves; you're just another person who comes up with ways to leech off others.

Vito stood up.

"So, don't get emotional. You've already stuffed the food they want into their mouths, and in the end, you've ripped their stomachs out with interest. Sometimes they are short-sighted, but they won't let you ruin their whole family."

Thiago stared at Vito with a sinister look in his eyes.

"So you're not here to discuss business?"

Vito smiled and shrugged.

"Of course I'm here to talk business. Someone wants you out of here, and you'd better not show your face in Dogtown or even Night City. Do you want to have a proper talk with me about this?"

Thiago, his face grim, secretly called for security.

Chapter 132 This Fffire

Thiago showed no sign of it, but stood up and moved a little further away from Vito.

"Vito, are you working for Tommasino or for Zeta?"

"Both have it, but a little more Tommasino."

Thiago chuckled self-deprecatingly as he looked at Vito.

"How could you say such a thing? Everyone who works at Zeta is destined for a bad end."

Thomasin is even worse. People like him promise you benefits when you're useful, but once you're no longer useful, they'll send someone else to get rid of you!

I used to do dirty work for these people, and what have I gotten in return? Did they send you here to kill me?

Vito crossed his arms, his prosthetic eye scanning Thiago's trembling, but it didn't seem to be out of fear, but rather excitement. It seemed the Doctor had him cornered.

"No, they want you to leave the business behind and get out."

Thiago laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, leave the business behind, that's hilarious! These vicious dogs won't even let go of a bone. Well then, I'll kill you first, and then declare war on these self-important vampires!"

Dr. Thiago acted as if he were in a movie, everything happened at the perfect moment. As soon as he finished his lines, a group of security guards entered with pistols and submachine guns, lasers pointed at Vito's head and heart as if to intimidate him.

"Doctor, I could easily hurt you if I do that. My mission is to spare your life."

"A commission?"

Thiago was puzzled.

"Aren't you a European taxi driver?"

Vito's arms remained wrapped around his body.

"No, I'm a mercenary."

"then you……"

Vito suddenly attacked, his right prosthetic sleeve blade springing out and piercing into the nearest security guard's body. With a swift uppercut, the blade went straight into his brain through his chin.

Vito released the weapon malfunction puppet, causing several security submachine guns to switch to single-shot jamming mode.

Then, Vito pulled out a euro with his left hand and fired twelve bullets with pinpoint accuracy into the heads of the remaining security guards. In less than five seconds, only Vito and Thiago remained standing in the VIP box.

"Excuse me, Doctor, I'm interrupting you again. Take me to the office and leave gracefully. I don't want to make you graceful."

At that moment, the door to the private room opened again, and a shadow with optical camouflage activated rushed behind Vito in an instant, its monomolecular rays chasing after Vito's neck like a viper's tongue.

Vito quickly lowered his body, pointed his right hand behind him, and launched the prosthetic hidden blade at the attacker.

Clang!

The hidden blade was embedded in the wall of the private room; the attack missed.

This guy's assassination skills and stealth abilities are the best Vito has ever seen. Vito put aside his petty thoughts and prepared to focus on taking this person down.

"Not bad skills. You're the first person to react to my sneak attack."

The attackers removed their optical camouflage, revealing a blue-eyed person.

"Mr. Scapullo, please help me take care of this filthy mercenary!"

Vito was somewhat displeased. "Damn it, you bunch of bastards are so corrupt yourselves, yet you keep calling me a filthy mercenary." Vito really wanted to put the commission aside and first pull Thiago's tongue out and stuff it into his ear.

"Sorry, Doctor, I'm no match for him. I don't like fighting with other people until I'm covered in sweat."

Scarpoll pulled the hidden blade from the wall, examined it carefully, and then tossed it to Vito.

"Besides, we're just partners, I'm not your bodyguard."

Vito took the hidden blade and put it in place.

"Oh? Who are you, Mr. Blue Eyes?"

Scapullo flashed a perfect smile.

“My name is Scarporo, not some Mr. Blue Eyes.”

In 2077, Mr. Blue Eyes had almost become an urban legend. Vito's curiosity was piqued. How could a blue-eyed expert and a youth training instructor end up together?

"I have already told you my name. As a matter of courtesy, shouldn't you also tell me your name?"

Vittoria pointed at Thiago with the euro.

“My name is Vito, Doctor. Come here, we’ll go to your office and then spare your life.”

Thiago anticipated a major battle, but to his surprise, his security was easily resolved.

He had anticipated that Scapullo's monomolecular line would turn Vito into pieces, but in reality, Scapullo chatted and laughed with Vito after missing his shot, and even let the mercenary point a gun at his head.

Thiago walked over to Vito with a dark expression, preparing to take him to the office. This mercenary only wanted the youth training camp's data and ledgers; he would give them to him, and sooner or later, Vito would get his revenge.

Scalo followed the two out of the private room. The security personnel and the gunfire had already scared away the ordinary staff in the youth training camp.

Vito pointed his gun at Scapholo.

"Why are you following us?"

Scarpoll's smile remained polite and just right.

“As I just said, we are partners with the doctor. Since you said you want the doctor to leave alive, then I need to guarantee that you can do it.”

"alright."

The doctor is about to get beaten up and you don't care, but now you're getting all worked up. That mysterious smile of yours is weird, maybe you and Thiago have some unknown story.

Thiago's office has a unique style. The office, which covers more than 230 square meters, is like a small museum, with many strange and unusual things displayed in the cabinets.

Vito noticed a strange painting in which a person was using all their strength to pry open the mouth of a beast.

Vito approached the computer, his gaze subtly glancing at the two of them as he connected to the data cable and quickly read the data.

There was also an encrypted file, not very large, but it seemed important to Thiago. However, Vito didn't care; he had found it on the computer, and what he found was his.

Vito decrypted the files using four consecutive 7A decryption attempts. He took this unpacking as a preview of a web crawling operation and immediately took a close look at these company secrets.

But the result greatly displeased Vito; all he saw was a repressed and perverse diary.

Dr. Thiago's diary is mostly about Dog Town and the Europeans, and the rest is about the strange pleasure he felt when implanting prosthetics into youth trainees.

He personally rejects prosthetic implants because he knows that doing too many of them is not good, but he is happy to implant them in others because it gives him a feeling of controlling everything.

"Damn it, I've run into almost every pervert in the city!"

Vito got up and knocked Thiago unconscious. Scapullo pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Vito. It was clear that he was quite skilled with a pistol.

"Are you going to break the contract?"

"No, I want to give the Doctor a little farewell gift."

"A farewell ceremony? That would be best."

Two hours later, in the prosthetic implantation operating room of the youth training camp, the brand-new Dr. Thiago was freshly born.

During the surgery, Vito deliberately fished out Scapolo's fish, only to find that the guy really just wanted to make sure Thiago didn't die.

Vito had Scapolo take Thiago out of Dog Town, as it was part of his mandate.

Scarpoll readily agreed to help, saying he thought Vito was a really interesting performance artist.

Dr. Thiago, who sells implants for children, also experienced what it felt like to have one implanted.

Scarporo took the unconscious Thiago to a hotel in Night City. When Thiago opened his eyes again, he found that his hands and feet had been replaced with prosthetics. He endured the pain and looked in the mirror.

The moment he turned on the mirror, he broke down. The face in the mirror looked like a pink starfish with words written on it.

"I'm not Namco, I'm Dan the Bad Guy."

Chapter 133 The Sunset Fell into My Heart

Vito did not report any missions, and Mr. Henz was very well-informed about Dogtown.

Upon arriving at Baoshiqing, Liying, whose injuries had mostly healed, was reading a book in her room.

What are you looking at?

Vito sat down next to Li Ying.

"The Lone Wolf Handbook is said to have been written by Morgan Blackhand."