Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

In Old Wei's prosthetic clinic, Ke Ling placed two spines on the table.

"Wow, this disassembly method is really simple and crude."

Old Wei walked over and took a look, his expression somewhat surprised; the blood was indeed very fresh.

However, he didn't ask where it came from; that's professional conduct, and it's also the reason he's been able to keep the shop open here.

He will never ask unless the customer brings it up, and he will even stop some customers from asking if they want to.

He had long since retired from the martial arts world, not wanting to get into any more trouble, and just wanted to stay here and work as a prosthetic doctor.

"There's no other way. None of the three of us have your skills. The situation is urgent, so we can only use the simplest and most direct method."

V shrugged helplessly. She had been as careful as possible, after all, it was all money!

"It's alright, all the main parts are complete, it can be used after some repairs."

Old Wei did a quick check and gave V an answer that made him smile from ear to ear.

"Which company makes this? What model is it? How much does it cost?"

Although this item doesn't necessarily have to be sold, V still reflexively asked the question, at least to find out its value.

"Zeta Technologies' Model 3. They're targeting the mass market with Models 1 and 2. If you were to get Model 3 on the black market, it would cost at least tens of thousands of euros, which is unaffordable for ordinary people."

Old Wei casually remarked that with enough money, you can get anything on the black market.

The Type 3 is far superior in performance to the Type 1 and Type 2, and is already firmly at the military-grade level.

However, Zeta Technologies' research in S.A.W.S ...

The same product is even less cost-effective than that of Dinala Technology, whose main business is making prosthetic eyes.

Zeta Technologies has a fairly broad product line, but apart from its flagship industrial drones, its other products can only be described as numerous but not particularly specialized.

Wow, not bad.

V nodded. As expected of someone she'd picked up from a company spy dog, this must be the most expensive "trash" she'd ever found.

"This Krenzikov is of relatively poor quality. Just leave it to me. I'll give you 6,000. There won't be much profit if you repair it and then resell it."

Old Viktor picked up Nakrenchikov and gave him a price. His price was fair, as this kind of thing could only be recycled by a prosthetic doctor like him.

"no problem."

None of the three objected and accepted Lao Wei's offer directly; Lao Wei wouldn't cheat them.

"Old Wei, can you take a look at this subcutaneous armor for me? Can it be repaired?"

As Ke Ling spoke, he consciously lay down on the operating table. He felt that it should be repairable, after all, this was Old Wei!

"Okay, I'll take a look."

Old Wei walked over and began operating the machine on the operating table to scan Ke Ling's body.

What is this?

Upon seeing the clean cut of the subcutaneous armor on Ke Ling's neck, Old Wei hesitated, wondering what kind of sharp weapon had chopped off his head.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Ke Ling calmly explained that he didn't think he could hide it from Lao Wei. No one probably knew better than Lao Wei how special his body was.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

V and Jack Wells nearly choked on their own breath upon hearing this. A minor injury, please? Their heads were practically chopped off!

However, after considering Ke Ling's reaction after being beheaded, it seemed that it was indeed not a big deal to say that he had suffered a minor injury.

Ke Ling acted as if she hadn't been injured at all; she simply put her head on her neck, twisted it a few times, and it grew back together!

""

Old Wei was silent for a moment. He didn't ask any more questions, but he kept wondering to himself, "Just what kind of monster is Ke Ling?!"

He could clearly see that Ke Ling's physical stats had increased terrifyingly since the last time he came; the speed at which he was getting stronger was just outrageous!

One can imagine the terrible consequences behind such a horrific biological modification of humans; just thinking about it gives him a headache.

"It's fixed. It's a minor issue, so I won't charge you."

While thinking, Lao Wei quickly completed the repair. The neat cut made the repair very simple and didn't take much effort at all.

"Thanks, Old Wei."

Ke Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it could be repaired, saving her a lot of money.

If this can't be fixed, won't he have to wear a scarf all day long when he goes out?

"What do you plan to do with this Sianwestein? Keep it for yourselves, or sell it?"

Old Wei picked up the Sianweistan, cleaned it, and began to repair it, asking questions of everyone as he worked.

"Ke Ling, do you want to use it?"

V looked at Ke Ling. After all, this item was obtained by Ke Ling single-handedly killing that corporate dog agent, so it should definitely be given to Ke Ling first.

"I don't need it anyway. My body isn't modified that much, so it can't support this thing."

Jack Wells made it clear that he didn't need any; he was the kind of guy who only made the necessary physical modifications and relied on his muscular physique and excellent shooting skills when he was out in the world.

"I'll use it."

Ke Ling didn't stand on ceremony and simply chose to use it himself; he had been eyeing the Sianwaystein for a long time.

Now that he has a sack of the most advanced swords and weapons from the Jianli Group, plus a decent Sianwistan, his combat power will increase by several levels.

"Come over tomorrow, I'll work overtime tonight to fix this thing."

Old Wei nodded and began to bury himself in his work. Tonight, he was going to stay up all night, something he hadn't done in a long time.

"Don't work so hard, Lao Wei. Don't put it on backwards when you do the surgery tomorrow."

Ke Ling joked with a laugh, which earned her a middle finger from Lao Wei and a sarcastic remark: "I'm not that old yet."

The three said goodbye to Old Vieira, went out and got into Thrace, and the atmosphere in the car was somewhat silent.

"What do you want to ask?"

Ke Ling leaned back in the back seat, knowing full well that V and Jack Wells had a lot to ask.

"Can you tell me? If not, then forget it."

V sat in the passenger seat, turned to look at Ke Ling, her face full of curiosity; she really wanted to hear it.

"You wouldn't understand even if I explained, it would only cause you more trouble."

Ke Ling shrugged, looking like a little bear, explaining that even he couldn't clearly articulate the principles behind some of his abilities.

"Then tell me what your abilities are."

Jack Wells stated directly that there's no need to force yourself to understand things you can't understand.

"As you can see, it has extremely strong vitality; it won't die even if its head is cut off. And this, you can consider it as some kind of biotechnology creation."

Ke Ling summoned the Shadow Wolf, whose body appeared in the car and curled up in the back seat. It was only because Thrace had more space that it could fit such a huge creature.

"Can I touch it?"

Looking at the majestic Shadow Wolf, V's eyes gleamed; the Shadow Wolf's appearance was still quite good.

"Of course, it's very obedient and won't bite you."

Ke Ling chuckled and teased V, then reached out and stroked the Shadow Wolf. V followed suit and stroked it as well, looking quite satisfied.

"Awesome."

Jack Wells whistled, something they certainly couldn't understand, but that didn't matter.

Everyone in Night City has a story, but Ke Ling's story is perhaps a little more bizarre.

The Time-Stopping Sword Saint has taken the first step!

Chapter 92 Remarks on the launch

I wasn't planning on posting this, since I didn't have any special preparations, but I'll post one anyway as is customary. Let's start with the thank you section.

Thank you to all the readers for your support and comments. You've made this book better. Although there haven't been any major changes to the main plot, I've patched up many minor issues. It's inevitable that some problems with word choice and sentence structure will appear when writing quickly, and I'm very open to normal corrections and suggestions. Also, thank you to editor Penglai for giving this book four rounds of recommendations, leading to its current availability.

Next comes the sob story segment, the usual platitudes, so I'll skip this part. The point of reading is simply to have fun; if you like it, then read it—that's the most important thing.

Finally, regarding the update, today's update will be about three chapters. I'll post one chapter first, which is my only saved draft, and then I'll write the other two chapters when I get back tonight. I know it's not much, but there's no other way, it's Monday! It all happened so suddenly, and I really wasn't prepared. If I finish this early, I'll try my best to write one more chapter.

I won't say much else, but I'd like to ask everyone to subscribe to the first issue, as this directly affects the subsequent recommendation of this book.

Please! My fellow Yanzu and Yu Yan!

Chapter 93 Skill Master

"Ke Ling, just say the word if you need our help. Don't suddenly die out there one day."

At the door of Ke Ling's cottage, V suddenly spoke, her usually cheerful face unusually serious.

She knew that Ke Ling must be in a lot of trouble, and at a level that they couldn't even come into contact with.

"I won't die even if my head is cut off, why are you worried about me getting into trouble?"

Ke Ling gave V a "Are you kidding me?" look, which made V's lips twitch.

"You don't like hearing nice things from me, do you? Then I wish you a speedy arrival at Night City Cemetery with your own urn."

V gave Ke Ling the middle finger and rolled her eyes as she went back to her room.

"Remember to buy a place closer to me, so we can be good neighbors."

Ke Ling shouted something to V in response, and V stuck out his middle finger from behind the door and then closed the door.

Ke Ling shook his head with a smile, opened the door and went into his small room. This guy V suddenly started doing this, probably because he was scared by his rendezvous method.

Tonight's events must have been incredibly impactful for V and Jack Wells, and even for old V.