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Beck is brewing Ren's wine. The small TV suddenly increased in volume, broadcasting news related to Black Wall. The screen showed a representative of Regulatory oversight solemnly announcing a new internet regulation policy aimed at protecting the public from the threat of dangerous AI, stating the need to strengthen supervision of Black Wall.
Beck listened to the news, a dissatisfied smile appearing on his lips. He set down his glass and said to Ren, "Look at these guys, thinking they're the emperors of the internet world."
Ren nodded slightly and looked at the television. Beck continued, "They love to play the boss behind Black Wall, but who knows if they really have the ability to maintain all of this?"
"Regulatory oversight is just using this opportunity to strengthen their control over the internet. But do they really understand what's behind that wall?" Beck said, his voice filled with contempt and anger towards Regulatory oversight.
Ren listened quietly, a hint of dissatisfaction showing at the corner of his mouth. Beck looked at him and smiled slightly, "But, so what? Night City always has ways to counter these so-called regulations, doesn't it?" Ren nodded in agreement. In their conversation, there seemed to be hidden deeper meanings and dissatisfaction.
Ren picked up the whiskey Beck had prepared for him, gently swirling the liquid in the glass to release a richer aroma. He took a deep breath, seemingly savoring the flavor, then slowed his tone, "The recent news is really annoying. Not only here, but it was also playing at the 'Golden Phoenix Tower' where I had dinner earlier. It seems like someone is really thinking about breaching the Black Wall again."
Beck nodded and had a serious expression on his face. "People nowadays are really bold, daring to challenge such great risks. Although Night City has never lacked such people."
Ren smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe they were encouraged by certain people or organizations. Otherwise, it's really hard to understand such a large-scale cyber attack."
"Anyway, the matter of Black Wall has always been very sensitive," Beck said. "If someone really attempts to breach it again, I don't know what kind of consequences it will bring this time."
Ren sighed softly, "I just hope that Night City won't suffer any more damage."
The two continued to drink, no longer speaking, but their eyes were filled with worries about the future. When Ren placed his whiskey glass back on the bar, the familiar and intense liquor still left a lingering taste in his mouth and throat, the aftertaste lingering for a long time. Just as he closed his eyes to enjoy this brief moment, the shadow cast behind him caused his heart to beat slightly faster.
When he turned around, a burly security guard was standing behind him. The security guard had bronze-like skin, well-defined muscles as if they had been honed through years of training. Under his cap, his eyes exuded a professional vigilance, and his uniform was meticulously maintained, showcasing his rigor and professionalism.
"Mr. Ren?" His voice was deep and powerful, conveying respect for Ren while maintaining seriousness.
Ren coughed, adjusted his mood, and nodded in response, "Yes, I am."
The burly security looked at Ren and said seriously, "Mr. Samir has informed us that he is already waiting for you in the VIP room. Please follow me."
Ren nodded slightly and exchanged a glance with Beck at the bar, as if bidding farewell. Beck smiled and raised his glass in acknowledgment.
Afterwards, Ren followed security through a luxurious seating area in the club, passing through several elegant arched doorways, and finally arriving at a beautifully carved large door. security lightly knocked on the door three times, producing a clear tapping sound. He then pushed open the door, gradually isolating the noise from the club and welcoming a sense of tranquility exclusive to the VIP room.
When the door gently opened, a unique fragrance greeted me. The interior was extremely luxurious, like a sealed palace. In the dim golden light, Samir sat on a huge and luxurious sofa like a ruler. The base of the sofa was made of pure gold, and the surface was inlaid with various rare gemstones, each shining with dazzling light.
As Ren approached, he could see Samir's tight skin and bright eyes. His eyes were deep, like the night sky, hiding endless stories and secrets. His hair formed a natural wavy shape, contrasting perfectly with his skin, giving off a majestic lion-like aura.
When Ren's gaze shifted to Samir, he was even more drawn to the golden prosthetic parts. The bionic arm extending from shoulder to wrist was intricately detailed, every inch etched with precision. When the soft light fell upon it, the prosthetic gleamed like pure gold. Gold lines flowed from his neck, chest, and waist, resembling living circuits emitting a faint glow.
Each of Samir's fingers was adorned with golden diamonds, sparkling like stars dancing on his fingertips. On his right hand, he wore a golden ring with a fist-sized ruby that shimmered with a mysterious light. The ring seemed to hold a hidden secret, carved with a soaring eagle, wings outstretched, like Samir's real-life embodiment, a raptor constantly within striking distance of its prey.
When Ren entered, Samir's mouth turned up at the corners, forming a playful smile. He gestured for Ren to sit across from him, the smile revealing a confidence and power that made people both in awe and unable to resist getting close, wanting to know the story behind him.
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