The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

She stealthily hid a syringe in her hand and would wait for the moment when a client, lost in the afterglow and unguarded, would be viciously struck.

Almost no one could defend against it.

And then they'd be at the mercy of others.

Literally at their mercy.

All the money, human tissue, organs, and so on were under their control—this was the maximization of value and one of their main sources of funding.

After all, countless people disappeared in the Illegal Land every day; who would care about the lower class?

This was the insane Night City!

This was the law of the jungle in the Illegal Land!

But.

She furrowed her brows slightly because Su Qi didn't come closer.

The lady asked with a seductive tone, "What are you waiting for, dear client?"

Su Qi hesitated and said awkwardly, "Sorry, I'm a bit shy, embarrassed really."

You're spending money to play but you're embarrassed?

What the hell is this act!

"Then let me help you," she said softly as she stood up, smiling.

Su Qi shook his head again: "No, I don't like being passive. I prefer taking the initiative."

"...." The lady thought there was something wrong with this man.

She smiled and asked, "Then what do you think we should do?"

And the next moment.

Su Qi proposed a solution.

"How about this: My shyness stems from us being strangers to each other, not knowing each other well. Shall we have a chat first?"

A chat my ass!

The lady clenched her fist that hid the syringe, maintaining a smile: "Alright, alright, talk to me. I'm listening."

"I'll introduce myself... I am Su Buxian. I don't like being idle. I like to find things to do for myself and I'm not a fan of following the rules. Spent most of the daytime feeling a headache from the assembly line, so I chose to come here to relax."

"I'm also good at quite a few things, have won a number of awards, people call me the Sect Hierarch of The Hustlers..."

Listening to Su Qi's incessant talk.

The lady's expression became a little dazed.

Is he nuts!

Normally, some clients do like to babble, but only after the deed, not before!

And what's with all this nonsense you're spouting? Who's listening!

What being good at things, what Sect Hierarch of The Hustlers, what wanting to be the boss of Night City.

The lady couldn't stand it anymore, she couldn't wait any longer.

She quietly sent a message to her accomplices, asking them to get ready, and then slowly approached: "Keep talking. I'm listening. But, you do seem quite stressed, dear client, and I can't just do nothing about it, right? Let me give you a massage first."

"Okay."

Su Qi didn't refuse, but murmured to himself: "Actually, coming to this place is much more relaxing than during the daytime."

"Of course, this place is meant to bring everyone happiness... a vent for all stress."

"Indeed."

Su Qi murmured: "It's like coming home, feeling like you can finally do whatever you want."

"Really?"

The lady slowly pulled out the syringe, her tone tempting: "And soon I will make you feel even happier, never wanting to leave."

"Thank you, you're really quite nice, starting from you was definitely the right choice."

"Of course."

She slowly approached Su Qi, and then viciously plunged it in!

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Meanwhile.

Rainier Vale and the others were also gathering information, their expressions gradually becoming solemn as they realized that this place was indeed dangerous.

Amidst the chaos.

Two powerful forces were entrenched here.

Jile's Crowd ran a large number of nightclubs, bars, pleasure venues, peddling various illicit drugs, along with several gambling parlors and live animal-fighting venues.

Another power was the Black Emperor, who mainly dealt in weapons, prosthetics, and heavy firepower. Their merchandise was all unbranded products, and behind the curtain, they were involved in robbery, brawling, murder, and all manner of evil activities, including the trafficking of human organs.

"We're in trouble... We mustn't provoke these two forces; even though they're not as powerful as the Main City, they are still formidable entities for players."

This was more than just ordinary Cyberpunk, with many of their prosthetic bodies patched with pollutants, embodying abnormal shapes, not to be underestimated in combat.

"Moreover."

Rainier Vale looked solemnly at a group of people in the distance.

"...there are also a number of other players seeking opportunities to join these two perilous forces."