Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1238 - 402: What Kind of Fatherly Love and Filial Piety Is This?_2

Throwing several hundred kilograms of toolboxes onto the transport platform, Steamed Bun looked at Natural Curl who was sitting at the side doing odd jobs to scrape together money for drinks."By the way, why are you still hanging around here?"

Natural Curl’s gaze flickered, "Uh... I... I just got a special mission, not going to Cuba."

"Hmm? What mission?"

"I don’t know."

"Are you messing with me?"

"I really have one! If you don’t believe me, go ask the BOSS, he sent it, and Wig got it too."

"Don’t hit me! I’m really not slacking off! It’s real!"

...

"Sheriff, are you leaving?"

"Yes, we’re going and coming back, maybe this time next year we might have to go to Italy to take back Rome, meanwhile, the town’s safety is in your hands."

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Lin Miao didn’t need to be overly concerned with mobilizing the players; they always completed the tasks excellently.

But in war, just having people isn’t enough. Weapons, logistics, and transportation all cost money.

Although he had taken over a significant portion of Ye Corporation, effectively becoming the underground power of Night City, Lin Miao couldn’t use the company’s funds in front of everyone; it would be too obvious.

At most, he could engage in substantial infrastructure cooperation with Cuba, but wouldn’t get much military support.

But who would dare to defy the Europeans at this time and support Lin Miao against them?

Kangtao?

Impossible. Lin Miao had already asked Dong Hui, and they couldn’t help in this regard.

Just as Lin Miao was troubled, someone contacted him.

"Mr. Lin, it seems you’re troubled by something, that’s quite rare."

With a crew-cut, small glasses, and a face that wouldn’t look out of place in an anti-Japanese drama, Lin Miao found him awkward to look at.

After getting the man’s business card last time, Lin Miao hadn’t contacted him, but didn’t expect him to reach out now.

"Let me guess, you’re worried about the Europeans?"

"So are you here to mock me?"

"No, Mr. Lin, quite the contrary, I admire you and your people."

Huang Ban Lai Xuan shook his head.

"You have more courage than I do."

Lin Miao’s expression improved slightly.

"What do you need from me?"

"I want to propose a collaboration."

Huang Ban Lai Xuan said,

"Help me with something, and once you succeed, I will make sure Huang Ban supports your war in Cuba."

Seeing Lin Miao’s concern, he added,

"Rest assured, Huang Ban won’t ask for shares in your company."

Though Huang Ban Lai Xuan’s words were tempting, and Lin Miao admitted that with Huang Ban’s support, his pressure would greatly reduce, he also knew nothing comes for free.

"Tell me what it is first, and I’ll consider it."

Lin Miao picked up a glass of water, ready to wet his throat.

"My father, he’s bringing the Kujira to Night City, and I want you to help me kill him."

"Pff—Cough! Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

Huang Ban Lai Xuan wants to kill Huang Ban Sanlang.

What kind of filial drama is this?

"Are you messing with me?"

Lin Miao quickly grabbed some tissues to clean up the mess on the table.

"No, Mr. Lin, this may seem unbelievable to you, but I’m serious."

Huang Ban Lai Xuan said earnestly,

"He’s here for the relic, and that thing is in your hands, right?"

Lin Miao was speechless.

"Why do you want to kill your father? At his age, he’ll probably die in two or three years at most. Can’t you wait even that long for the entire Huang Ban to be yours?"

"My father?"

Huang Ban Lai Xuan shook his head.

"No, that guy is not my father, he’s a...complete monster."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, the real Huang Ban Sanlang, my father, died a long time ago."

Huang Ban Lai Xuan said calmly.

"That man’s body reached its limits long ago. For eternal life, to keep the world in his perpetual grip of terror, he used the Soul Killer a few years ago to make himself into a personality imprint. What you see now... is just a clone implanted with his personality imprint, the real Huang Ban Sanlang’s will resides in the Oracle."

"!!!"

Lin Miao’s mouth hung open, a storm of disbelief raging within.

"What did you say? Huang Ban Sanlang is dead?"

"Do you really think humans can live to a hundred and fifty-six years, Mr. Lin?"

"So you don’t want to endure being the crown prince for sixty years and want me to help you usurp the throne?"

"No."

Huang Ban Lai Xuan explained,

"Current cloning technology has serious flaws; using personality imprints causes clones to have a short lifespan, leading to brain death in about a year. To truly last, only a direct bloodline natural body will do; otherwise, it cannot inherit the immune system. Back then, his first choice was my older brother Huang Banjing, and now it’s me."

"Shit! Big news."

Lin Miao didn’t immediately think of Huang Ban Sanlang’s situation.

Instead, he thought of V.

If Ote wants V to insert Johnny Silverhand’s personality imprint,

Then what’s the relationship between Johnny Silverhand and V?

According to Lin Miao’s investigation, Johnny’s body did indeed seem to fall into Huang Ban’s hands, and Lin Miao hadn’t met V’s parents as he mentioned.

Could it be...

Did Ote make someone rush it?

Cough...

Lin Miao pushed these wild thoughts out of his mind.

It’s not important.

"But it seems like your hostility towards my company has always been greater than towards Huang Ban Sanlang. Aren’t you afraid I’ll give the relic and this information to Huang Ban Sanlang to make a deal?"

"I won’t misjudge people, Mr. Lin, you and my father will only ever be enemies, never friends."

Huang Ban Lai Xuan vowed confidently.