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Watson, Little Chinatown.

Afterlife Nightclub.

This exclusive nightclub in Watson is a symbol of Night City and belongs to Queen Rogge of the Afterlife. It is a gathering place for the cyberpunks of Night City.

Whether it's a date with a contact, a sensitive package to drop off, or just a nice drink, this place always welcomes everyone.

Of course, the afterlife is also the most famous information exchange station in Night City. Everyone can meet here, whether they are big guys or nobodies, but nobodies are not allowed to drink with the big guys.

"And in the next life, it used to be a morgue, but now it has been turned into a nightclub. It is fully equipped and many secret meetings have been held..."

In the car, Jack chattered endlessly as if he was not tired. He could talk non-stop when talking about things he was interested in, even if he repeated himself.

Listening to Jack's introduction, Xia Yu was not impatient. Reading a text story by yourself was a different experience than being introduced verbally by others.

He likes to experience different things that can bring him different freshness.

"Okay, here we are."

With the sound of tires scraping the ground, Jack stopped the car and looked longingly at the entrance of an ordinary nightclub.

To be honest, the entrance of Afterlife Nightclub doesn’t match its fame at all.

The surrounding environment is dirty and messy, the entrance is unremarkable, there are graffiti of unknown meaning on the wall next to it, and garbage is piled in the corner.

You can see the hidden side from parking in the parking lot, but these parking limits are extremely high, and the Tingwei Galina-G240 and the Herrera Gangster-GTS can be parked together.

"I really hope I can drive a car like this one day."

While parking, Jack looked at the supercar in the parking lot with envy on his face.

Although his favorite is still motorcycles, it does not mean that he does not like other cars. As a man who grew up on the streets, luxury cars have an unparalleled attraction for him, second only to weapons.

"Tch! What kind of car is this?"

Xia Yu followed Jack's line of sight and found that what Jack was looking at was the Herrera Gangster-GTS.

The Herrera Outlaw is one of the most expensive road-legal vehicles on the market, as well as the most unique and popular vehicle on the market.

The most special thing is its production. It is one of the few models that is still hand-built by the world's top engineers. Accordingly, this uniqueness and quality are worth a lot of money.

"If a real man wants to drive, he drives Rayfield - The Sword in the Stone."

Hearing Xia Yu's bold words, Jack smacked his lips. The Sword in the Stone was a product of Renfield, and this car manufacturer only produced high-end super sports cars for the richest people.

The price of their best product, Rayfield's "Sword of the Lake Lady-Guinevere", has exceeded the GDP of many island countries.

After parking the car, Jack and Xia Yu walked towards the ordinary-looking entrance to the afterlife.

After passing the outside entrance and walking along the stairs for a while, they came to the real entrance of the underground bar after passing through a long corridor.

The entrance here is still ordinary, and there is an ordinary bodyguard standing there. The bodyguard looks like a strong man with little fighting power, and he does not feel powerful.

Of course, this is in Xia Yu's eyes. In the eyes of others, the strong man still has a certain deterrent effect.

But even if he is a skinny bodyguard, others will not deliberately seek trouble. No one will be bold enough to offend Rogge. Those who are bold will have long since been cooled.

Seeing that another guest was coming, the bodyguard glanced at the two of them with his prosthetic eyes, turned around and moved out of the way without saying anything.

He didn't know Jack Wells, but he knew Ghostwalker.

In other words, he was still slightly surprised that the Ghost Walker had not come to the next life until now.

"Here we are, this is the famous afterlife!"

Jack stepped through the door and waved his hand forward, showing everything in the next life.

What comes oncoming is punk rock with a fierce rhythm, accompanied by cool-toned ambient lighting, which is enough to shake the spirits of people who have stayed up for three days and wake them up completely.

Of course, the greater possibility is that the stimulation is too great and the person suddenly belches.

In this heart-pounding environment, a diverse group of people gathered near the bar.

Highly prosthetic mercenaries, low-key hackers in hacker suits, and well-dressed high-end people can all be seen here. It's a complete hodgepodge.

If you can't see such a grand scene in other bars, this is the next life, a nightclub where anyone can come here to spend money.

"This is it...the heart of Night City!"

Jack looked around at everything as he walked, his eyes full of uncontrollable excitement: "It's right here...it keeps beating, do you hear it?"

"Can you imagine? Susan Forrest, Old Snake, and even Morgan Blackhand... have all sat on these stools and slept on this bar!"

Jack excitedly walked towards the bar and found a seat to sit down. The colorful lights on the top flickered in his eyes, like a flame that kept beating.

"Come on, let's also order a cup of Johnny Silverhand to experience the legend of the past."

Seeing Jack so excited, Xia Yu suddenly noticed a problem. He seemed to have replaced V's identity, even though he and Jack had only known each other for a day.

So what should we do when V comes?Will he and Jack, the two seniors, lead V to the next life?

Although he was thinking about these strange questions in his mind, Xia Yu did not stop moving. He took the opportunity to sit next to Jack.

Seeing the new arrival, the bartender walked over slowly.

"What do you want?"

The bartender who spoke was a strong red-haired woman who was so strong because she was transgender.

Claire Russell, all the regulars in the afterlife know Claire, and accordingly, Claire remembers all the regulars clearly.

Not only does she know their favorite wine and what they drank last time, but she even knows exactly what their friends ordered.

Although she is a transgender, Claire is one of the very few ordinary people who does not have a prosthetic body on her body.

She was an engineer for military technology, and now she's a bartender in the afterlife.

The inventor of wine named after legendary figures was Claire. She made those legends immortal on the wine list. Of course, these legends were awarded posthumously.

Because she could remember all the regular guests who came to the afterlife, Claire obviously realized that the two people who came this time were new guests.

"Of course the most classic legendary cocktail."

Jack excitedly raised two fingers: "Two glasses of old-fashioned tequila, add some beer and chili."

"I understand, two Johnny Silverhands, right? Coming right up."

"That's right, chica (girl)."

While Claire was mixing drinks, Jack reached out and patted Xia Yu on the shoulder, and said with a familiar tone: "You must order Johnny Silverhand in the next life, otherwise it's better not to come."

Although it was his first time to drink it, this glass of wine represented his wish. He hoped that he could be as successful as Johnny Silverhand and become a big shot who would remain on the drink list after his death.

"Looks like someone has done their homework."

While Claire was mixing the drinks, she looked at Jack and nodded with satisfaction. He liked this kind of customer.

After finishing speaking, Claire explained: "It's an old rule here. In addition to ordinary wine, there are also some cocktails with the names of regular customers."

"However, not all regular customers can name the wine after themselves. They have to die first, and the death must be particularly exciting. It is best to die in the middle." Listening to the naming rules of this legendary wine, Jack nodded with deep understanding. : "Aha, I even want to get one for myself."

"So, you also want to leave your name here?" Xia Yu looked at Jack and asked.

"Of course, who wouldn't?"

Jack looked around. Everyone sitting here might have left their name on the wine list, so why couldn't that person be him?
"Indeed, who wouldn't want to." Claire placed the mixed wine on the bar, two cocktails named after Johnny Silverhand.

Jack looked at the glass of wine in front of him that reflected the charming colors, couldn't help but pick it up, and then looked at Xia Yu.

It's time to raise a toast to a legend.

Xia Yu opened the mask around his mouth and raised the Johnny Silverhand cocktail on the bar.

"Jingye City!"

"There is an afterlife, haha!"

Jack happily raised his glass, clinked it with Xia Yu, and then drank the liquid in the glass. Xia Yu also took a sip of the cocktail in the glass and couldn't help but smack his lips.

Not very tasty.

It's spicy, spicy, spicy. Since he doesn't know how to drink, he can't taste the mellow taste of the wine, but can only taste the spicy taste.

"Why don't you drink it all in one gulp? This is not considered drinking."

Jack watched Xia Yu just take a sip and was slightly dissatisfied. His family owned a bar, so he naturally liked drinking.

"Alcohol is not a good thing. Drinking is harmful to all but useless, and I don't like the dizzy feeling."

Xia Yu put down his wine glass. Not to mention now, even in the past, he hated the wine table culture.

That damned thing about persuading people to drink alcohol is completely rubbish and has no benefit at all, but the environment is like this, and the world will not change based on personal wishes.

"Why come to a bar if you don't like drinking?"

Claire rolled her eyes at Xia Yu. She came to the bar even though she didn't like drinking. Could it be that she was here for a drink?
"He invited me here, I didn't come voluntarily."

Xia Yu also rolled his eyes at Claire, although only he knew it.

"Haha, I didn't invite you because I didn't come to the next life."

Jack smiled. Although he had seen Xia Yu drinking Coke at the Wild Wolf Bar, he only thought that Xia Yu didn't like drinking their wine.

Who would have thought that this god of murder, who kills people like chopping vegetables, doesn't know how to drink?Who would believe this?

The key is that this is still true.

"By the way, my name is Jack Wills. Do you want to leave a copy of my formula?"

Seeing that the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward, Jack quickly changed the subject.

"Well... okay."

Claire looked at Jack with interest. There were countless people who wanted to leave their names on the wine list, but until now, the number of people who had actually stayed could be counted on one hand.

However, these people never realize how heavy the things they are flocking to are for the people who really leave their names behind.

"One shot of vodka, with ice, lime juice, ginger beer, and oh, most importantly...some love."

Jack smiled and finished the recipe he had been thinking about for a long time, and deliberately lengthened the last note.

Especially the love at the end, which is the most important recipe for this glass of wine. With love, this glass of wine can have enough weight.

Feeling the softness in this rough man's heart, Claire chuckled and said, "Haha, I will remember it."

Although it sounded like a random promise, Claire took it to heart.

"What about you? Maybe your name can be on the wine list too."

Claire looked at Xia Yu again: "Do you want your wine to be called Ghost Walker? Or do you want it to be called your real name?"

"Me? I'll let it go."

Xia Yu was not interested in leaving a wine named after him. Leaving the name of the wine was almost equivalent to writing his name on the Death Note, and if he left it, one would die.

"Only a dead legend can leave his name on the wine list. Obviously, my name will definitely not stay."

"Oh? You mean you'll become a living legend in Night City?"

At this moment, a handsome old lady wearing a yellow gown and black leather pants sat next to Xia Yu and said to Xia Yu with a raised head.

Seeing the old lady who suddenly appeared, Jack opened his mouth in surprise again. He knew this person.

Rogge, the most powerful middleman in Night City, owns and manages the afterlife.

He had no idea that this talker would sit next to them in the next life, which was simply flattering.

Of course, he still had some doubts in his mind. If he arrived alone, the queen of the next life would definitely not even look at him.

"Not at all."

Faced with Rogge's question, Xia Yu shook his head and replied somewhat arrogantly: "The legend of Night City... is too small."

"That's a good answer, but I don't know if you are arrogant and ignorant? Or do you really have this confidence?"

Rogge couldn't help but glance at Xia Yu again. She actually looked down upon the young people in Night City because young people today did not have the vision and courage to do big things.

Compared to her time, everything except technology and capital has regressed.

"Who knows."

Xia Yu gave an ambiguous answer. His card system extraction was full of uncertainties. Maybe the European Qi would explode, and he could directly draw the Star Casting Dragon King with ten consecutive shots.

By then he will no longer be a legend in Night City, but directly a legend in the entire universe.

"Don't you know?" Rogge was not dissatisfied when she heard this answer. She raised her glass, which Claire had just prepared.

"Make a friend, I didn't expect that the reason why you don't come to the next life is that you don't know how to drink. It's really interesting."

After saying that, Rogg drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, which made Xia Yu stunned for a moment.

Rogge actually told him to make friends?Is this still the living legend of Night City?Why do you look so talkative?

"You are actually much more famous than you think. Although what you do is not big in my opinion, your skills can catch my eye."

As if sensing Xia Yu's surprise, Rogge shook his empty wine glass and explained to Xia Yu.

Really good middlemen will not just wait for good mercenaries to come to them. They will find good mercenaries themselves and build trust with little by little cooperation.

If you want to become a middleman, you must do two things well. One is to have work in hand, and the other is to have people in hand who can do the work.

Some commissions must be handed over to trustworthy and powerful mercenaries before they can rest assured. If there is no one who can do the job, the middleman will not be able to work for a long time, let alone become the most powerful middleman.

Although the relationship between mercenaries and middlemen cannot be said to be complementary to each other, it can be said to be closely connected.