We had an issue with the chapter release — by mistake I uploaded Chapter 341 when the next one should have been Chapter 351. Sorry for the confusion! It's now fixed, and once again, apologies for the mistake.
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"You can't go in, sir." At the entrance of Lizzie's Bar, V was stopped by several Mox girls holding batons. Clad in cheap, flashy kitsch-sty
"You can't go in, sir."
At the entrance of Lizzie's Bar, V was stopped by several Mox girls holding batons.
Clad in cheap, flashy kitsch-style fashion, the women glared warily at V. "We don't serve troublemakers."
"Troublemakers?"
Confused, V followed their gaze and looked down at his hand. That's when he realized why the Mox weren't letting him in.
He was still dragging a Scav by the collar. The guy was unconscious, face smeared in blood, head hanging limp like a corpse.
At that moment, V looked like someone trying to haul a dead body into the bar. No sane bouncer would let that through the door.
"It's not what it looks like," V said, giving the Scav a casual shake. "He's alive. Still breathing."
But the way V swung the body—like a ragdoll puppet—made the whole scene infinitely worse.
The Mox guards, who'd only been in a defensive stance, suddenly went pale. Even the nearby bystanders, who'd been drawn in by curiosity, scattered in panic. A few on edge even drew their guns in reflex.
V's demeanor screamed cyberpsycho. And no matter how used to violence Night City's citizens were, no one wanted to be around a full-on psycho.
Seeing everyone tense up, V realized something was off. He gently laid the Scav on the ground and raised his hands in a peaceful gesture. "I'm just a customer. Really. I just need to talk to someone inside."
He took a step forward.
Instantly, a dozen guns were aimed right at him. The sound of safeties clicking off echoed like thunder. V froze in place.
Sure, those weapons were useless against him. Even a hundred wouldn't matter. But how the hell was he supposed to explain himself to the Mox? And more importantly, how would he meet the braindance editor he came here to see?
He could activate his Sandevistan, knock them all out, and barge in…
But he wasn't here to fight—he was here to ask for help. Braindance interfacing involved messing directly with neural pathways and brain signals. Forcing someone to cooperate? That was a surefire way to get fried—or turn into a cyberpsycho for real.
Just as the tension was about to boil over, a voice cut through the air.
"You're V, right?"
A woman stepped out of the bar. One look at V and the bloodied Scav, and she immediately put two and two together.
"We don't offer… special services here," she said, glancing at the body on the ground.
"And you are…?" V asked.
"Suzie. Owner of the bar."
Suzie gave the Mox girls a quick nod to stand down.
"If you're here as a guest, V, you're welcome. But don't cause trouble. This ain't Afterlife."
Clearly, she knew who V was—and referenced the infamous merc bar on purpose.
She turned and walked back inside, leaving instructions over her shoulder.
"Give V a private booth. I'll come meet him in a bit."
She didn't say anything about the Scav—but V got the message.
"You can come in. Whatever you're doing, take it to the booth."
With that unspoken permission, V slung the Scav over his shoulder again, this time mimicking a drunk buddy propped up for support, and headed into the now-open doors of Lizzie's.
Seeing him go in peacefully, the tension among the Mox guards and nearby onlookers eased.
Guess he's not a cyberpsycho after all…
Still…
Who casually drags around an unconscious guy, waves him around to prove he's alive, then takes him into a bar? Some people quietly backed away from Lizzie's, deciding maybe they'd come back tomorrow.
As the small crowd dispersed, they passed by a man stepping out of a taxi.
He made no effort to hide his appearance—like his name no longer needed concealing. Everyone who saw his face immediately thought of one name… though they rarely said it aloud.
They simply called him:
"KK."
Seeing KK walk toward Lizzie's Bar, the rest of the crowd moved out faster.
He wasn't known for killing civilians for no reason—but his reputation was enough. Most people with half a brain knew when to back off.
Karl approached slowly. The Mox guards at the door said nothing. They just opened the door.
If it had been any other handsome young man, they might've flirted or teased a little. But Karl? Every gang in Night City knew his face. For the average Mox bouncer, seeing that face only brought awe and fear—not the kind of energy you play around with.
Karl checked the message from V—he was already in Booth #6, talking with Suzie about why he'd come.
Booth Six, huh?
Karl smiled politely and nodded to the Mox girl holding the door for him. He stepped inside.
It had been months since his last visit to Lizzie's Bar, back when he came with Oliver and the crew. He'd heard back then that the place had a top-tier braindance editor. This time, he might finally get to meet them.
Behind him, the Mox girls glanced at one another.
"…KK seems kinda… gentle. And polite. And hot."
"Yeah… but he is KK."
They couldn't reconcile it.
How could the same KK from those insane, terrifying braindance scenes be the same guy who politely smiles and thanks you for opening a door?
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