The Giant Corporations that Started in Night City

Chapter 13: Difficult? Then Don't Do It!

When the reckless Yamamoto Gangfu jumped out and began his frenzied provocations, Li Ang simply smiled faintly. His gaze toward Yamamoto was akin to looking at a dead man:

"Difficult? Then don't do it."

As soon as the words fell, Li Ang downed the fine wine in his glass. Lucy, as if receiving some kind of signal, moved with the swiftness of lightning.

Her slender, flexible waist twisted like an agile snake, and in the blink of an eye, she was right in front of Yamamoto Gangfu.

A thin monomolecular wire extended from Lucy's fair wrist. Before Yamamoto could even react, the heat-charged blade of the wire had already sliced through the throats of several individuals.

Yamamoto only felt a sudden heat at his neck. Just as he was about to shout for help, he was horrified to find that his vision was descending rapidly toward the floor.

His head had fallen off!

Thud. Thud. Thud-thud!

The heads of the other conservative arms dealers also plummeted to the ground like watermelons, producing crisp and terrifying sounds as they hit the floor.

With a swift flick, Lucy retracted her monomolecular wire. Her clean and efficient movements left Amanda and the other arms dealers dumbfounded.

At this moment, the seductive and striking Lucy was like a poisonous flower of death! The gory and shocking scene even made this group of seasoned, battle-hardened individuals involuntarily suck in a breath of cold air.

Killing without hesitation—this was simply too decisive!

Even the mercenary hired to protect Yamamoto Gangfu wasn't spared. Lucy pierced his heart with a single strike from her monomolecular wire, and he collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.

By now, Amanda had fully realized that Li Ang's background was nothing short of extraordinary. The mere sight of Lucy's sophisticated and costly monomolecular weapon was proof of Li Ang's immense resources and power!

"I agree!" Without any hesitation, Amanda downed her glass of liquor in one gulp.

With a leader taking the first stand, the atmosphere in the meeting room quickly aligned.

"I... I agree too!"

"So do I!!"

The remaining arms dealers, disregarding whether their drinks might be tainted with blood, gulped them down hurriedly. They feared that any delay would result in their heads being taken off by Lucy's wire.

"Good. Let's continue watching our company's product announcement. Hopefully, we'll still be on time."

Li Ang smiled as he turned on the TV behind him.

Step by step, progress is made. Securing the Watson District arms market was merely a simple first step for Li Ang, To avoid drawing too much attention from Militech or Arasaka, he was already exercising considerable restraint.

But Li Ang was well aware that the day would inevitably come when he would stand out as a target. He needed to act faster. Once he had solidified his foothold in the Watson District, he could better negotiate with Arasaka and Militech, maneuvering between their conflicts and gradually building his empire.

---

At that moment, the gunfight in Kabuki was nearing its conclusion. Against the relentless pursuit of the Triad members, the Tyger Claws were utterly defeated.

Most of the Tyger Claws' weapons were standard-issue for street gangs, primarily M17-series pistols.

The M17, a civilian self-defense firearm, featured a modular system allowing users to install accessories like scopes, silencers, and infrared pointers. While not particularly powerful, its versatility and affordability made it popular in Night City.

However, these conventional firearms were no match for the cybernetic weaponry from 2077.

The disparity in equipment between the two sides was akin to cavalry from the cold weapon era going up against tanks and heavy artillery in the era of modern warfare.

By this point, the Tyger Claws could only curse their lack of additional legs to escape faster. All they could do now was pray they wouldn't get hit by stray bullets.

Bang!

Another bullet whizzed past, and a Tyger Claw grunt, relieved at having dodged it, suddenly realized that the bullet, which had struck a wall, ricocheted back toward his face.

In an instant, the metal projectile shattered his facial bones, and the high-speed rotating bullet turned his brain matter into a foul-smelling mush.

The rest of the Tyger Claws, witnessing this, were no longer surprised. They had seen far too many ricocheting bullets. These unpredictable bouncing shots wreaked havoc on their morale, driving them to despair.

Adding to their misery were technical-grade bullets that could pierce through walls after a brief charging period, striking targets hiding behind cover.

Even those wearing bulletproof vests were taken down with a single shot. The Triad's overwhelming firepower felt like a cheat code, leaving the Tyger Claws utterly astonished.

The gunfight was entirely one-sided. Finally, under the screams of their sub-leaders, the Tyger Claws withdrew from Kabuki en masse.

Today's gunfight was nothing more than an unequal massacre. Without heavy weaponry, the Tyger Claws stood no chance against the Triad.

In fact, within the first half-hour of the battle, the Tyger Claws had already lost more than half their forces. If not for their so-called "Bushido" spirit holding them together, no one would have continued to fight.

Most Tyger Claw members didn't even get to fire a single shot before they were sent off to the underworld to meet their maker.

Despite the intense gunfire, Kabuki's braindance clubs, bars, and other entertainment venues remained largely unaffected.

Some daring onlookers even emerged to watch the spectacle.

Meanwhile, the NCPD officers stationed nearby kept their vehicles parked at a safe distance, waiting for the gunfight to end before stepping in to clean up.

No one cared about gang conflicts, as long as public property and corporate assets remained unharmed.

Outside the storm of bullets, Stanley continued his energetic commentary.

"Hello! It's still your boy Stanley!"

"The gunfight here is almost over. I guarantee this incident will make tomorrow's headlines. Word is the 'Guns and Horses' crew is rushing to contact LA Company."

"I'm sure it won't be long before LA Company's weapons make it to your favorite show. Oh wait! Looks like the mercenaries from Dogtown are going to be heartbroken because these weapons belong to LA Company, not Militech!"

"If your trigger-happy fingers move fast enough, you might beat those scumbags in Dogtown and grab the latest gear first."

"What? You're asking where to buy LA Company's products? Haha! Right in Little China!"

"..."

Stanley's enthusiastic pitch for LA Company's weaponry was thanks to Li Ang's generosity and the inspiration he provided for Stanley's show.

As a broadcaster for Night City's news, Stanley thrived on sensational stories, and this one was perfect for his audience.

Watching the broadcast, the various factions in Night City couldn't hide their excitement. They immediately sent people to Little China to investigate and purchase LA Company's firearms.