Please Call Me Cyber Ghost King

Ke Ling walked quickly through the alley, and soon he walked out of the alley.

This place was really bad. He met many homeless people huddled in dark corners along the way.

Maybe it was because the strong smell of fresh blood on his body was too pungent, but there was no one who was not open-minded and prepared to challenge him again along the way.

Of course, it is also possible that there are two guns tied in conspicuous places on his body, making people realize that he is not someone to be trifled with.

"Dios mío, brother, have you just been fished out of the pool of blood?"

As soon as he came to the street, before Ke Ling could get used to the dazzling neon colors, someone already started talking to him.

"You look quite handsome in this outfit, but in the territory of the Valentino Gang, be careful of being treated as a demon and eliminated."

Before Ke Ling could answer, the person who spoke had already started speaking, looking very familiar.

"Who are you?"

Lowering his eyes and looking at the person who took the initiative to talk to him, Ke Ling squinted his eyes, and then his heart suddenly tightened, and he felt that familiar feeling again.

With his exaggerated vest, golden prosthetic body, jeweled jewelry, Santa Muerte and Jesus Christ tattoos, this man looks like he stepped out of Mexico City.

Of course, what really made Ke Ling look familiar was the hairstyle. He was obviously a Latino, but he had a "gingko bun" that resembled a Japanese samurai.

"Hey, brother, this is a wild wolf here, and you don't even know me?"

The Latino expression was exaggerated and looked like he had drunk a lot. He was joking with Ke Ling.

Ke Ling looked around. After coming out of the alley, he did come to a bar. This bar had a very Latin character.

"What? Does anyone really believe this now?"

Ke Ling breathed a sigh of relief. He had determined the identity of the person in front of him. It was naturally Jack Wells, the "young bar owner" of the Wild Wolf Bar.

"Shh~ Brother, don't say such nonsense. If you say such things like this, someone will really shoot you."

Hearing Ke Ling's question, Jack Wells made a hissing gesture, but he obviously didn't care much about it.

This guy was sitting on the steps in front of the Wild Wolf Bar, with several bottles of wine beside him, looking like a bohemian.

It's also thanks to the fact that he is the "young bar master" here, otherwise he would have been blown away long ago.

"How much have you drunk?"

Ke Ling was a little helpless and didn't want to pay attention to this drunkard. He stepped forward, walked past Jack Wills, opened the door of the Wild Wolf Bar and walked in.

It was almost dawn outside. For safety reasons, Ke Ling was not going to find a place to stay. He could just rest here during the day and go out at night.

After paying the money, buying a glass of wine, and sitting there all day long, can this bar still drive people away?

Even if they really drive people away, Ke Ling plans to stay put. At worst, he will give him more money. If he doesn't believe it, he can still refuse.

Entering the bar, Ke Ling found a seat and sat down. There were not many people in the bar, only four or five customers, and the bartender was cleaning glasses out of boredom.

At this time, it was the time when the bar had the least amount of customers. It was almost dawn, and everyone who had played all night had already left.

However, even though there were not many customers in the bar, Ke Ling still felt the feeling of being noticed, and Ruoyouruowu's eyes kept glancing at him.

how to say? Ke Ling also understood that maybe his image did resemble him a bit.

If you have a pair of conspicuous goat horns, don't blame others for thinking you are a devil.

Of course, in this era, no one really thought that Ke Ling was a devil. People would only think that he was like this on purpose.

"Night City" is huge, with more than 7 million people. It is inevitable that there will be one or two crazy guys who give themselves a pair of goat horns. It is not a strange thing.

However, getting a pair of goat horns on your head and going to the territory of the "Valentino Gang" is a bit too disrespectful of your own life, and also a bit disrespectful of the "Valentino Gang" Take it seriously.

Everyone knows that the "Valentino Gang" pays most attention to tradition and customs, which is the foundation of their rule.

Although there is no market for things like "Christ Jesus" in this era, it is still part of people's cultural tradition.

Just look at the religious accessories and tattoos on their bodies and you will know that regardless of whether you still care about the dogmas, this cultural tradition is at least somewhat influential.

The guys of the "Valentino Gang" rely on this sense of traditional identity and common customs to closely connect the gang with the locals in the Latino community.

They took root here, spread their branches, and recruited anyone who respected their culture and traditions to join them, making this place monolithic.

The loyalty of the community protects the gang members, making it difficult for any police or company to infiltrate the Valentino Gang, and in return, the Valentino Gang protects the entire community.

"This is Heywood, Valley Country, Valentino Gang territory, and although God doesn't care, you'd better show some respect to Him."

In the bar, there will never be a shortage of people who drink too much and get into trouble.

Soon, a man dressed with obvious Chicano cultural influence came to Ke Ling's wine table and started pointing at him.

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Ke Ling was a little speechless. He didn't expect that someone would really interfere with his own business. Jack Wills really knew Heywood.

But he doesn't want to grow up like this. How do you ask him to explain it to others?

The scene was a little awkward for a moment. Ke Ling's silence obviously made the nosy drunkard a little dissatisfied.

It is conceivable what a person who drinks too much will do when faced with this situation. He will not care about what others think, he will only feel that he is being ignored.

"Speak, are you mute?"

As if to relieve the embarrassment, the drunkard continued to speak. He put his hands on the wine table and approached Ke Ling.

The smell of alcohol even covered up the scent of human flesh, or in other words, it was an alternative mixed scent.

how to say? It means a bit "intoxicating", similar to "drunken shrimp" and "drunken crab", and the taste is a little bit enticing.

"I meant no offense."

Ke Ling swallowed, and as he spoke, his hand had already touched the microflush. The pistol was out of bullets, but the microflush was still there.

"Hey, brother, give me some face and don't cause trouble in the wild wolf."

Finally, before a fight could break out, Jack Wills staggered over and pulled the man away.

The "young bartender" of the Wild Wolf Bar is still a bit thin-faced, but he solves the problem immediately when he appears.

The drunkard muttered something about "disrespecting our traditions", but he still followed Jack Wills and left honestly.

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