Lizzie's Bar

"Who the hell are you!"

"Are you looking for death?"

In the alley, several thugs shouted angrily. In front of them, Mike's hand was pinched like a noodle by a tall man, and he couldn't move.

"I'm asking you a question. If you don't want to get shot, just let go of your hands... ah!!!" Mike turned his head and saw Arnold making trouble. He was so furious that he yelled at the other party to let go of his hands. But before he could be arrogant for two seconds, there was a click, and his angry face twisted together, and he shrank into a ball, with screams echoing through the street.

Arnold clenched his hands like an eagle's claw, and Mike's forearm was broken like a chocolate bar, forming a terrifying arc. Dealing with life and death every day, the gangsters are also quite sensitive. Seeing Arnold in the strange protective suit didn't say much and went straight to the action, they were shocked and angry. They took out their guns and wanted to shoot this nosy weirdo into pieces.

"Go to hell!"

The gang leader named Mike fell down wailing. Seven or eight guns were pointed at Arnold's head, ready to pull the trigger, but Arnold was faster than their fingers.

As fast as lightning, the next second, Arnold's fist as big as a bowl drilled deep into the abdomen of a gangster, twisting his intestines into a ball. The huge pain made his eyes bulge out, and he vomited his dinner with gastric juice.

Without stopping, Arnold brought up a fierce wind, turned around and swept his kick across. His thigh, as strong as a wooden stake, was so powerful that it knocked two or three thugs to the ground, and the pistol he had just taken out fell to the ground.

When they stood up again, all that was left was a group of wailing thugs.

"No, don't move, or I'm going to shoot. I'm really going to shoot." The last gangster raised his pistol and pointed it at Arnold tremblingly, his eyes full of panic.

Arnold looked at him with cold eyes.

With a snap.

The gangster was in a trance for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the gun in his hand was gone.

Looking up, I saw Arnold's raised hand open and the crushed pistol fell to the ground with a click.

"Fuck, ghost!"

The gangster screamed and turned and ran away.

The hooligans lying on the ground were frightened by Arnold's move. They endured the pain and several of them got up and ran away, fearing that Arnold would cut their heads off the next second.

It is worthy of being my own creation.

Looking at the escaping gangster, Bai Rui, who was controlling Arnold, was very pleased.

Such strength is almost comparable to the skills of mid-stage V in the game. One should know that this was barely built under the condition of scarce resources, and the system evaluated it as a [Rare] combat unit.

If I become wealthy one day and build a few [Legendary] fighter units, that would be great. I would be able to stand on top of Night City immediately, and I would be able to kill any of the likes of Adam's Smasher.

Full of joy, Bai Rui manipulated Arnold and prepared to leave.

But when I took a quick look ahead, I saw something strange.

It was the guy who had just been bullied by the gangsters. He crawled up, blood still flowing from his nose and mouth, but he refused to leave, waiting to look at Arnold with his swollen eyes.

Logically speaking, after being saved, shouldn't you run back home or find a doctor?

Arnold stopped and looked at the young man with cold eyes. His silence was full of oppression.

"...Thank you for saving me, but I can't leave..." Seeing that Arnold didn't leave, the young man guessed that it was his fault, and explained while covering his nose. "They went to find the gang leader Lauren, and they will be back. They know where my home is. If I run away, Lauren will kill my family."

Looking at the young man's weak eyes, Bai Rui was speechless.

She never expected this to be the reason.

Is it cowardice? Or incompetence?

He was afraid to accept being rescued and was worried about possible retaliation.

Maybe it was all of them, but Bai Rui felt more of helplessness, numbness, and the endless compromise with the hellish life in desperation.

Although she was thinking so much in her mind, Arnold's expression remained stiff and serious without any change.

Arnold moved, picked up a pistol with his foot, held it in his hand, and threw it to the young man.

The young man awkwardly hugged the gun and looked up at Arnold, not knowing what this silent big man meant.

Should I resist with a gun, or should I, a poor wretch, just commit suicide?

But Arnold didn't explain, he just turned and left.

"Um!" the young man said hurriedly, and Arnold stopped walking. "Um, thank you, and your clothes are torn." The young man spoke in a lower and lower voice.

Arnold lowered his head and saw that, sure enough, the protective suit he had just put on in the maintenance room had a big tear from the armpit to the thigh, exposing most of the white buttocks to the air.

In the silence, the atmosphere became a little funny.

After taking off the upper part and tying the two sleeves tightly around his waist, Arnold started walking again.

Men can be shirtless, but they must never expose their buttocks.

This is Bai Rui, the last bottom line for a grown man.

However, it's not that I feel sorry for that kid, but some problems have arisen and Bai Rui will not be happy unless she solves them.

Following the footsteps of the gang of thugs who had escaped, Arnold walked back to the street. The street was still deserted, with only a homeless person warming himself by a fire in a trash can.

The hurried footsteps continued all the way to the neon-lit bar across the street.

As Arnold approached, dull dance sounds could be heard faintly.

This is a familiar place, the famous Lizzie's Bar, the territory of the Mox Gang.

Under the huge sign of the Lizzie's Bar opposite, there are two girls with buns on their heads holding baseball bats in front of the door. Everything is the same as in the game.

I don't think I've ever been to the Lizzie's Bar in real life.

Bai Rui has been in Night City for several months, and apart from the El Coyote Cojo and a few other pubs she went to with V, Jack and the others, she has never been to a bar with a nightlife feel.

The reason is very bloody. She looks so attractive, clean and beautiful, without any prosthetics. This is a symbol of a wealthy family. Only those rich and old-fashioned families will let their children endure the inconveniences of life without any prosthetics, because money can solve all their inconveniences.

An ignorant, rich girl who accidentally walked into a nightclub, with handfuls of cash in every eye, this is what the nightclub hunters estimated Bai Rui to be, which made them ready to make a move.

She couldn't quite remember how many women there were who tried to trick her into going to the hotel at the El Coyote Cojo, from street girls to white-collar women working in companies. Of course, they usually ended up being thrown onto the street by V and Jack.

Her own place was in such a mess, Bai Rui was afraid to go to another nightclub, because in less than half an hour she was drunk and taken away by a malicious big sister.

Why only women? Because Bai Rui has a serious masculine aesthetic, and only women can possibly trick her into bed.

Now, I might as well take a look inside, catch those thugs, and knock out their boss's teeth. Maybe, I can also find a new piece of clothing for Arnold. After all, I have to spend money to buy clothes in the supermarket, so it would be best to get something ready-made.

Arnold took big strides and walked towards Lizzie's Bar.