"Of course, it's because your heart is as vast as the Pacific, meow."

"Wide?"

"It's flat, meow, just as flat as the calm water's surface."

Pandora's face remained calm, but her eyes were already glancing towards the other person's abdomen.

"Do you have a death wish?"

"Violence can't kill the truth, meow, because justice will always prevail!"

"By universal standards, Hu Lang, you're an airport, too."

Actually, Hu Lang's figure was only slightly more endowed than barren; at 1.65 meters, she was slender, and her chest had a bit of curvature, but she could still flaunt it in front of Pandora.

It's a case of better than some, worse than others.

"Hehe... You need a youthful body like mine to be attractive, meow."

Compared to a flat board, even an A-grade airport seems to have curves.

"Enough… let's get down to business."

Sitting in the car, Lucy rubbed her forehead and urged, wondering how anyone could argue over this issue. In Night City, can't you just change to whatever size you want?

Even if you shoved two footballs in there, no one would say anything.

"Got it, got it."

Warned by Lucy, the two ended their pointless discussion on body shapes and headed towards the gathering place of Taiping Continent personnel.

Compared to other areas, Taiping Continent had a very strong religious atmosphere.

The walls were covered with graffiti of the Voodoo Sect and Voodoo Gang, along with many doomsday prophecies.

People here seemed to really believe that the end of the world was imminent.

Yet there was no self-destructive indulgence in the face of the apocalypse, rather, a growing reverence for religion.

The church, originally used by Christians, had been seized by the Voodoo Gang, with many dark-skinned Haitians of Latin descent scattered around.

They watched warily everything and everyone that approached the church, especially the conspicuous Pandora and Hu Lang.

As soon as they got close, they attracted seven or eight watchful gazes, not even bothering to hide.

"Eh... seems a bit troublesome, meow..."

They originally wanted to gather information at this hotspot for Haitians, but now it seemed unlikely they could get in and out safely, so they'd better switch locations.

"Let's check out the nearby market."

Lucy said, "There are also plenty of Haitians over there, and I heard there's even a hacker shop selling Demonic Puppets and decryption programs, possibly related to the Voodoo Gang..."

However, as they got closer to the market, the hypnotic Haitian ballads made one dizzy.

"Ah ta ta ta ta..."

Brother Ni, who was not far behind them, almost threw up.

"What kind of damn taste is this?! Where's that speaker? Go smash it for me, quick!"

They could turn off pain receptors but couldn't switch off hearing.

"Just bear with it... what else can you do?"

Bad Soldier almost wanted to award Taiping Continent the Night City's worst neighborhood prize.

Taiping Continent was ten times worse than Santo Domingo's Watson District.

At least the homeless and poor in the Kabuki district lived in shacks made of corrugated iron, while here in Taiping Continent, they slept wherever they could find a bridge or a construction corner.

Everywhere was a gathering place for homeless people, the smell of feces and urine was all over the streets, and drug deals happened in broad daylight without anyone caring about others' opinions.

No shops, no suburbs, no NCPD, Taiping Continent had nothing, not even completed buildings, with half-finished abandoned constructions everywhere.

Street gunfights erupting anytime could leave a few dead, and if cronies didn't take the bodies away, soon a bunch of homeless people would swarm to dismember the dead.

Moreover, being mostly black and Latino, the locals were especially dark-skinned.

It's not because Bad Soldier was racist, it's just the local fact.

Lucy asked them two to tag along because they were relatively normal and calm among the veteran players, otherwise, other people might have started causing trouble.

"Whoa, that guy seems to be with the Animals Gang."

Brother Ni's eyes landed on a big black guy, with dreadlocks and a jacket, but that clothing couldn't hide his bulky chest muscles.

Yet, with blacks wearing black clothes, players were basically face-blind if they didn't carefully distinguish.

"Maybe... not..."

Bad Soldier thought Animals Gang members wouldn't walk so openly on the street.

"Notice how people on the street are moving out of his way; he's probably a big shot."

After the hint, Brother Ni realized that the big black guy was walking uninhibitedly.

"Voodoo Gang? I've seen hackers but never muscle-bound hackers, are they just gonna punch someone to death through the network?"

"Hehe, maybe, since we don't even know what Cyberspace is like."

Except for hackers, most people couldn't project their consciousness into the network, using software was as far as they got.

"Suspicious target is heading towards you, Pandora, Hu Lang, be careful."

At the hacker shop front, Hu Lang caught a glimpse of the big black guy from the corner of her eye.

"I see Spike, meow."

Lucy: "Spike?"

"Just a bad dog."

"Uh-huh..."

Lucy couldn't comprehend these people's thought processes at all.

"Boss, is this all you have?"

Hu Lang feigned dissatisfaction, pushing back the Demonic Puppets the shopkeeper displayed for them.

Her dissatisfaction was genuine, as it was all common trash here.

Targeting programs and electromagnetic disruptions were not only of average quality but also limited in variety, hardly what the hacker-savvy Voodoo Gang would use.

"Hmm, it seems you two aren't newbies."

The black shopkeeper lady, initially wanting to casually dismiss the 'minors,' was surprised to be scorned.

She turned around and pulled out a batch of chips from a box.

"These are our exclusively self-programmed items, not available elsewhere."

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