"Ahem, sorry, this is Brother Dao. I was just doing a sound test, sorry for taking up your time."
"In the future, any interesting things players encounter can be submitted to me. I’ll broadcast them on the radio at set times or live-stream them. Anyone interested can give me three likes under the screen..."
Wildman: "You’re on the wrong channel, Brother Dao; this isn’t the fansite, Auntie’s big hand can’t reach you here."
Brother Dao: "Ahem... anyway, that’s how it is. Anything goes, but you must ensure the authenticity of the messages. If the content is sensational enough, we’ll even offer cash rewards."
The radio media company has many ways to make a profit, but what Brother Dao really wants are official investments, rather than taking ads.
But right now, Lin Miao doesn’t even notice what the players are tinkering with; just keep pushing forward.
Hu Lang patted her chest, "Phew... scared me, meow, I thought the bar had some weird new function."
Rebecca, sitting next to her, curiously asked while holding a glass of orange juice
"Why do you always like to add ’meow meow meow’ when you talk? It sounds so strange, and isn’t your code name Hu Lang?"
The iced orange juice in her hand was a chemically blended product made by players.
Don’t underestimate the power of chemistry; if not for food safety law and social opinion constraints, theoretically speaking, people in food chemical factories could make you unable to tell the difference between synthetic milk and fresh milk, with the former even tasting better, let alone fruit juice with a cricket flavor fructose.
The orange juice in Rebecca’s hand, besides not having pulp, basically tasted no different from the pulpy orange juice sold in the market.
But even so, the concentrated juice players concocted made Rebecca very fond of it, completely forgetting her previous complaint about the bartender not serving alcohol to minors when she first came here.
Not to mention juice; she never even had fruit growing up, only candies with similar flavors.
But with plants largely extinct, few people remember the taste of fruits from decades ago unless they’re high-ranked, and beverage and candy factories naturally create however they wish.
The fruit-flavored drinks produced nowadays can’t be said to be completely unrelated to the original, but they are, incredibly heavy in taste.
Unlike players, who can directly compare and adjust the taste of real drinks and fruits.
Next to her, Masked Rider came over
"This is called ’二刺螈’ (dumb phrase), it’s dirty stuff, good kids shouldn’t learn it, or they’ll be led astray."
"It’s a speech habit, meow, because I used to speak like that when I was young and now I can’t change it."
Who talked with ’meow meow meow’ when they were young? Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel-fire.net
And she started running with her big brother at twelve, her kills must be in double digits by now, does she look like a good kid?
The self-consciously scorned Rebecca looked at Mann stepping onto the ring, preparing to box against Wildman
She gulped down her drink and shouted loudly
"Boring! Mann, smash him! I want to see blood flowing like a river!"
Mann, Dorio, and Jack love coming here to box, recently not even going to Taiping Continent.
No other reason, the boxing here is just boxing, not involving any interests, gambling is even forbidden, just fight to your heart’s content.
Even in special arena matches, you can go all out against the bar’s mercenaries, free fighting however you like, even if you cripple them, no one will trouble you, even your opponent will brag about it, competing over who can last longer under your fists.
This kind of praise brings Mann unprecedented satisfaction, so he often brings the team here to relax.
After knocking Wildman down again, the victorious Mann adjusted his jaw, dislocated by the opponent
These mercenaries are getting increasingly difficult to fight, each one’s combat experience is growing rapidly, but the evenly matched fights are exhilarating.
Reaching out to pull Wildman off the ground, Mann left the ring amid players’ cheers and went to drink heavily with the crowd.
Every time during these moments, players crowd around Mann, trying to increase their favorability with him while seeing if there are any hidden quests or something.
No wonder Mann is the best; he took Wildman out in just three punches and two kicks; if you ask me, it’s biting off more than he can chew." Giant acted like a bootlicker, offering a lit cigarette with a pitiful expression
"I wonder, Mann, where did you work before, could you give us some guidance so we can broaden our horizons?"
If it were in the past, Mann wouldn’t have answered this question; he didn’t like to reminisce about that period, but he was in a particularly good mood today, so he bluntly said it.
After all, it’s not really a secret; a lot of people know anyway.
"I used to fight underground boxing, so I know a few moves, but I was once dragged into the army after taking down five special operatives."
The shocked Giant and Potato beside him gave each other a knowing look
Turns out he’s a retired US Military vet. In a Hollywood blockbuster, wouldn’t he be the main character?
But all over Night City, retired soldiers are a dime a dozen, this identity isn’t worth much honestly.
"But as you know, the government and military tech of the United States are all motherless dogs, making us burn, kill, and loot in Central America, shooting at old and young in the villages, spraying toxins..."
"That’s when I realized you can’t trust a damn word from the crappy government or the CS sitting in the presidential palace, so I retired."
Giant shook his head in agreement, "I understand, didn’t an old guy burn himself in front of the Israeli embassy a few months ago? Just goes to show there’s nothing new under the sun."