The Creators: From Night City

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She smoked, drank, worked part-time as a dancer at the Emotional Bar, and also worked as a receptionist at Genting Highlands, but she knew she was a good girl.

Warm water flowed over her graceful body, along the dragon head tattoo on her chest, across the 'high mound' where the dragon's claws were coiled, over the lower abdomen where the dragon's body meandered, and finally along the dragon's tail across the hidden triangular area before falling to the ground.

Norlin enjoys showering; the warm water washes away the sweat and grime she gets while dancing at the Confession Bar and briefly relieves her fatigue.

However, she couldn't enjoy such moments for very long, as the bathwater was chargeable and, all things considered, not cheap.

She also had to get to Genting Highlands as soon as possible to start her official job, lest she be fired for being late.

The benefits and perks of this job are truly hard to find in Night City.

Thanks to her hard work, Sheri Norlin was able to afford a car and eat at more upscale roadside stalls.

But even the most upscale roadside stalls are still roadside stalls, and the taste will never be that great.

While waiting for the vendor to serve her food, Sheri Norlin carefully applied makeup and dressed herself up.

To be honest, she didn't like bright lip gloss, just as she didn't actually like her tattoos, but she could only compromise and accept their existence.

The jet-black lip gloss, bordering on purple, made her feel as if she had been corrupted to the point of no return by the decadence of Night City. So she applied a dazzling gold line to the center of her lips in an attempt to dilute this feeling.

The blue eyebrows are a semi-permanent facial sculpting treatment, but she still needs to have additional color applied.

In the reflection of her pretty face in the small makeup mirror, only a few freckles on her face still belonged to her; they were her own.

The vendor quickly brought over her order of "Your Frozen Dumplings".

Frozen dumplings are a well-known pre-made dish in Night City. Their long shelf life and ease of cooking make them a staple at almost every roadside stall.

However, the extra-long shelf life comes at the cost of a large amount of preservatives. Almost all dumplings have a lingering plastic smell and are watery and sticky to the teeth. Different brands of frozen dumplings often have different odors in their fillings.

Sheryl Norlin thought his taste buds had gotten used to this feeling and that dumplings were just what they were.

But today she realized she was wrong.

The rich aroma of meat almost overwhelmed her; the perfectly cooked dumpling skin and filling blended seamlessly, making for the most comfortable chewing experience.

The dumpling wrappers were filled with scalding hot, rich broth, but the delicious taste made her reluctant to spit it out. She could only open her mouth and pant heavily.

She quickly swallowed a dumpling while grimacing.

"Boss, what kind of dumplings are you having today?"

"Isn't it delicious?" The roadside stall owner seemed to have expected this, and explained with a smile: "'Hao Zai Lai's' new product has a very short shelf life, but the taste is absolutely amazing. Their salesperson invited me to try it once, and I knew then that this thing would definitely be a bestseller."

"Is this organic meat?" Sheri Norlin asked impatiently, picking up another dumpling as he chewed.

"Actually, there are also fresh vegetables and diced shiitake mushrooms. I don't know if you could taste them."

Sheri Norlin did notice the difference in the filling, but she didn't dare to even consider it.

"My God, are you sure you didn't write the price wrong? All these things together, and a bowl of dumplings, you're only selling it to me for 25 euros? Are you doing charity here?"

The boss clearly came to talk about sex.

“I was wondering about this too. You know how good and cheap 'Hao Zailai' products are, but yesterday their salesperson sent me a notice that not only have they launched a large number of new products, but the supply price of all products will also be reduced by half!”

Sheryl Norlin was greatly surprised.

She picked up a half-eaten dumpling with her chopsticks, carefully examining the rich and plump filling, and asked hesitantly, "This isn't made with human flesh, is it?"

"Even human flesh couldn't be this cheap."

Having run the stall for over a decade, the vendor had some knowledge of the ins and outs of the business and naturally understood that even with human labor, the cost couldn't be reduced to such a low level.

Besides, with Night City's daily consumption volume, there's no way there's enough food for everyone.

"So, 'Hao Zai Lai' isn't doing charity work, is it?"

"According to their salesperson, it was [Anti-Entropy] that invested in them, saying they were going to do something called the Night City 'Vegetable Basket' project."

"【Reverse Entropy】?!"

Sheryl Norlin was surprised again, but at the same time felt it was somewhat natural.

Her current employer, 'Genting,' was recently replaced by [Anti-Entropy], and since then, 'Genting's' benefits have skyrocketed.

The commission split between the sex dolls changed from 30/70 to 50/50, and everyone, including her, was also forced to purchase work injury medical insurance under [Anti-Entropy].

She initially thought the monthly insurance fee of 120 euros was just another form of protection fee or commission, but she never expected that when the sex dolls' prosthetic bodies malfunctioned, [Anti-Entropy] would actually treat them for free.

Prosthetic malfunctions, sexually transmitted diseases, mental illnesses, and even physical injuries caused by violence from guests—[Reverse Entropy] provides free treatment for all of them.

Even she had received the corresponding service. Due to the nature of her job as a receptionist, her leg prosthesis developed a slight malfunction after standing for a long time. She applied for "work injury repair" on a whim and was surprised to receive an accurate reply in less than 2 hours.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, she left a [Reverse Entropy] cooperative medical point in Little Chinatown, and from there, she became completely devoted to [Reverse Entropy].

The insurance premium that was originally 120 euros was met with widespread complaints, but now everyone pays it willingly and is even afraid of being refused.

Investing in food processing plants and engaging in charitable "grocery basket" initiatives does indeed seem like the work of [Reverse Entropy].

"【Anti-Entropy】, the one who went on a killing spree in the streets of Japan yesterday?"

A customer eating macaroni on the other side suddenly struck up a conversation.

"So, what's the latest news?" the stall owner asked with a gossipy air.

The diner picked up a forkful of macaroni and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "It's not exactly new news. All the major TV stations and radio stations are practically buzzing about it. Yesterday, during the spring festival in Japan Street, [Anti-Entropy] sent people to surround the entire Japan Street and wiped out all the Tiger Claw Gang members."

"All wiped out?" The stall owner was somewhat skeptical.

"They're all dead. The corpses alone filled four or five trucks. I have to say, [Anti-Entropy] really went all out. They didn't intend to leave any way out for those Tiger Claw Gang members."

"Damn it, it's good that they left no way out. Those Tiger Claw Gang bullies men and women and does all kinds of evil. They deserve to be treated like this."

Chapter 857 An Encounter on the Bridge

The two old men from Night City started chatting away, while Sheri Norlin quickly finished his dumplings and got up to leave.

The 'ox' should ride its own 'horse' and become an ox or a horse.

Sheri Norlin's horse is a beautiful Columbus "Seadragon". Although it is an older model, its performance is still quite good and it is more than enough for her, a young lady, to use.

The car drove out of Heywood and onto the bridge from Heywood to Westbrook amidst the congested traffic.

For some reason, traffic was unusually congested today, with a large number of cars stuck on the bridge, moving forward at a snail's pace.

Sheri Norlin was in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only open the car window and slowly follow the flow of traffic to enjoy the scenery.

Soon, she spotted a beautiful sight beyond the long line of traffic.

He was a stylish young man dressed in retro attire, but with a lot of flair. He was leaning against the railing in the middle of the bridge, leaning on a cane, and lazily gazing towards the Japanese street in Westbrook.

The sea breeze gently blew his clothes, and his tall, straight figure was vaguely visible under his slightly loose casual suit. His beautiful proportions made Shirley Norlin drool.

What's most eye-catching is the subtle 'perfect' aura emanating from him. Although his face can only be considered 'standard' in this era of rampant 'sculpted skin,' the sense of holiness that transcends the mundane world makes people unable to resist looking at him.

So she activated the magnification function of her prosthetic eye, trying to capture a moment when the other person turned their head and take a picture of their face.

Perhaps it was good luck, but as soon as she focused her prosthetic eye on the other person, the model standing by the bridge turned around and looked in her direction.

"Click"

The built-in camera notification sounded, and Sheri Norlin successfully captured the moment.

Meanwhile, the 'model' on the other end frowned slightly without being noticed, and after a moment, as if sensing something, smiled and nodded at Sheri Norlin from afar.

'He spotted me?'

He spotted me! And he even greeted me!

Sheryl Norlin felt a mixture of panic and secret delight.

Jiang Bing naturally discovered the other party's act of taking photos without permission. Within seconds, he also found out all of the other party's identity information and learned that the person taking the photos was an employee of a subsidiary of his company.

Since the other party was "one of our own," it was understandable that he couldn't resist taking a picture of the group's CEO after a chance encounter in his daily life. Jiang Bing could only respond politely, showing the leader's goodwill in caring for his subordinate.

This kindness, however, transformed into a powerful force of influence and emotional impact, affecting the heart of the 'good girl' in the car and making her feel a thrill of being caught doing something wrong, causing her heart to pound.

Sheri Norlin wanted to take a couple more pictures, but the impatient guy stuck in traffic behind him couldn't contain himself and started honking his horn deafeningly.

"What's the rush? Are you in such a hurry to be reborn?!" In this situation, taking photos was definitely out of the question, so Sherry Norlin could only angrily give the middle finger to the person behind him.

In other cities, drivers behind would either have to stop honking or honk their horns as loudly as possible.

But this is the City of Night.

The residents of Night City can live, but they cannot be without life.

The hot-tempered guy behind him floored the accelerator, pushing Sheri Norlin's car to the side of the road.

Before she could react, the car behind her rolled down its window, and an arm holding a gun reached out and shot out her rear tire. The arm then sprayed bullets at her car, leaving a trail of bullet holes before speeding away.

Sheri Norlin's 'Lizzy' pistol could only leave a few bullet holes in the rear of the other car in vain, putting him at a disadvantage in this road rage confrontation in Night City.

She had no choice but to get out of the car and check its condition.

Fortunately, only one tire was punctured, and Sherry Norlin happened to have a spare tire with him.

She busied herself changing the tire, working up a sweat, and was about to hurry to Genting Highlands when she discovered that the car wouldn't start.

This is what they call when it rains most, she's definitely going to be late for work today.

As Sherry Norlin struggled to lift the hood, futilely trying to find the problem with the car, he pondered how he had ended up in this predicament.

'Oh right, it's all because of that 'male model' looking at the scenery on the bridge.' Thinking of this, she subconsciously looked up, only to find that the handsome guy who was looking at the scenery was walking towards her at some point.

So she quickly straightened her bent back and straightened her legs to fully display her charm.

"Is the car broken?"

The other person's voice was unexpectedly pleasant, deep and resonant with a captivating quality that could easily penetrate the heart, instinctively arousing a sense of closeness and desire to pursue it.

Sheri Norlin was naturally unaware that this was a subconscious manifestation of divinity, an instinctual pursuit of higher dimensions from a lower dimension, and a desire from her subconscious.

"Uh~ Of course, that should be right. The fact that it won't start is probably because it was damaged by a bullet."

It seems you need your help.

Sheri Norlin suppressed his inner elation and treated this 'romantic encounter' with 100% enthusiasm.

“Of course, this handsome guy, both it and I, need help.” Sheri Norlin patted the hood of the car and then his ample chest, creating a ripple.

The male model, leaning on his cane, continued to approach her, placing his hand on the car body and elegantly peering at the various machines under the hood.

Sheryl Norlin took the opportunity to sized up the other man.

That irresistible urge to get close to him surged back into her heart. The other person gave her only the feeling of 'perfection,' so perfect that she couldn't help but want to get closer to him, merge with him, and possess him.

This is due to the genetic instinct within her yearning for evolution at work.

"Hey handsome, if the car can't be fixed, that's fine. I'll call a tow truck company. By the way, what's your name? Want to exchange contact information? Let's grab a drink together tonight."

Sheri Norlin braced herself against the side of the car, lifting her hips, straightening her chest, raising her head, and pulling in her stomach, displaying her beautiful figure as much as possible.

A seemingly ordinary posture hides a hundred cunning schemes.

Jiang Bing turned his face back, and said with a hint of surprise, "So you don't recognize me."

The cryptic words puzzled Sheri Norlin. She scrutinized the other person's face, sensing a vague sense of familiarity.

'Is this a customer who has been to Genting Highlands?'

She pondered to herself, after all, Cloudtop was the most high-end sex club in Night City, so its customer traffic was naturally huge. The other party might have visited Cloudtop before, but she just forgot.

"Do you know me?" she asked tentatively.

“Sheri Norlin, Genting receptionist,” Jiang Bing read out the other person’s job title accurately.

"really"

The other person's answer implicitly confirmed her guess.

Jiang Bing raised his cane and gently tapped the side of the engine, casually saying, "The car is fine. It's just that the gunshot damaged the vehicle's coupling components. We can just pull a wire from the compressor to temporarily replace it. Although there might be a risk of the compressor malfunctioning, at least it will allow you to start the car and drive it to the bottom of the Cloud Top building."

Jiang Bing didn't even look at it, reached out and swapped the positions of the two wires, then casually closed the hood.

"Get on the bus and give it a try. After all, you seem to be going to be late."

Looking at Jiang Bing, who had made way for her, Sheri Norlin was speechless. She hadn't expected that her charm couldn't compare to a broken-down car.

With a hint of anger, she climbed into the car and tried to start it. To her surprise, just as the other party had said, the car started smoothly.

Sheryl Norlin was about to stick his head out to express his gratitude, but the other party had already leisurely driven away. He was immediately furious again, so he stepped on the gas and sped towards 'Westbrook'.

After all, you have to balance love and career.