As the man silently savored the extremely undrinkable tequila in his glass, a group of people behind him began to discuss him in a booth.

There were six of them in total, three men and three women, with a particularly eye-catching Lolita-like girl among them.

"What's the deal with that guy? He actually dares to speak to Rogue like that?" The twin-tailed little Lolita stared at the man's back and asked.

"Who knows? I heard he suddenly appeared a month ago, and he killed a big shot as soon as he arrived. Rogue noticed him, and he's been taking jobs from Rogue ever since. In just a month, he's taken over twenty jobs and achieved a 100% success rate!"

The speaker was a muscular, dark-skinned man with a head of golden hair.

"He's so awesome. Can we try to recruit him? With him on our team, our strength would definitely increase significantly."

"Forget it. This kind of badass isn't something our team can handle. As soon as he arrived, he started working with Rogue. We don't even have the right to speak to Rogue now."

"Ah! He's looking at us!"

Just as they were talking, the twin-tailed little Lolita suddenly shouted.

Everyone shut up instantly and turned to look. Sure enough, they saw the man looking in their direction.

...

The man, who had been quietly drinking, seemed to hear someone talking about him. The voice sounded familiar, so he turned his head and took a glance. He was stunned when he saw the group of people.

These six people were none other than the Mann team!

The dark-skinned, muscular team leader Mann; his equally burly girlfriend, Dorieo.

The hacker Kivi with her pale pink short hair and pink iron mask; next to her sat the seemingly honest middle-aged man, the team's reliable driver Falco.

And then there was the peculiar Pilla, with a pair of gibbon-like prosthetic arms, and most importantly, his sister, the twin-tailed little Lolita, Rebecca.

Her pale blue hair was tied into two long ponytails, her red and yellow circular alternating prosthetic eye, her slightly short legs— it was definitely the cute little Rebecca.

"Heh~ Interesting. It's been over a month since I came here, and I finally ran into some familiar faces."

Seeing the six, the man revealed a meaningful smile on his face. He then stood up and walked towards them.

"Brother, what can we do for you?" There aren't many people in Night City who are so polite.

Seeing the man walk towards them, the six immediately became alert. Mann, the team leader, stood up directly, his tall and sturdy body blocking his teammates, and asked the man who had walked in front of him.

Mann was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. He was at least two meters tall and probably weighed over two hundred pounds.

In contrast, the man in front of him appeared much "smaller."

"Oh~ Nothing much, I just wanted to ask if you have any jobs. It's not easy to find someone trustworthy in this town." The man looked up at Mann and said with a faint smile.

Hearing this, all six were stunned. Just now, they thought that a badass like the man wouldn't be interested in their small team, but now he actually wanted to join them.

While it might just be a simple collaboration, it still surprised the six.

"Don't worry, I don't need much in terms of compensation. Just as long as there are people to kill." The man said again.

"Ah, this..." Mann and the others were momentarily incredulous. They looked at each other, unsure whether to accept or decline.

While the man was indeed very powerful, they didn't know him. The most important thing in a team was cooperation and tacit understanding. A stranger suddenly joining could potentially disrupt the team's overall performance, even if the person was strong.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Mann still replied: "Sorry, we don't have any jobs lately."

"That's a shame. Looks like I'll be bored for a while. But since we met, we're meant to be. How about you buy me a drink? Let's get to know each other. It's always good to have more friends! I just ordered a drink at the bar called 'Johnny Silverhand.' It's probably worse than a month-old swill!"

The man was like a social butterfly, rambling on and on.

Instead of being offended by his words, Mann laughed heartily and said: "Haha, no problem, come have a drink!"

In the mercenary circles, it was always good to make connections with powerful individuals. Especially since this man seemed to have a good relationship with Rogue, befriending him might lead them to Rogue's line.

Mann, as the team leader, wasn't someone with brawn but no brains.

Seeing that the other party agreed, the man didn't stand on ceremony and sat down next to Rebecca.

"Right, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jiang Heng, I'm from China, and I just arrived in Night City a month ago."

After sitting down, the man poured a full glass of beer and raised it to the group, saying.

Compared to tequila or whatever, Jiang Heng still preferred beer.

"I'm Mann, the team leader, and this is Dorieo..." Mann clinked his glass with Jiang Heng, then introduced each team member to him.

Meanwhile, Kivi, the hacker sitting in the corner, had her eyes lit up. However, a moment later, her face was filled with shock!

Just now, she had quietly used her prosthetic eye to scan Jiang Heng. However, she was surprised to find that she couldn't get any information on him. This guy had neither a cybernetic implant nor any prosthetics!

While there were people in Night City who didn't have any prosthetics, they were mostly ordinary people or some Buddhist monks.

But Jiang Heng was a mercenary! How could he complete dangerous missions without any prosthetics? Could he possibly fight against people with powerful prosthetics with just his own flesh and blood?

How was that possible? Kivi couldn't comprehend it!

Jiang Heng noticed Kivi's little move, but he didn't expose her. He wasn't particularly interested in Kivi.

While Kivi was quite pretty, nobody knew what was under her iron mask.

Maybe under the mask was a steel jaw? This wasn't a random guess. After all, Kivi was a hacker, so it was completely possible for her to replace her mouth with some kind of bizarre prosthetic.