Chapter 93: Does Your Face Still Hurt?
Alice Bar.
As the most upscale entertainment venue within the Gear Gang's territory, it represented the pinnacle of facilities and services in the entire Lower City District.
At this moment, in one of its extra-large VIP rooms, Mad Dog Johnny sat enjoying the services of two android masseuses beside him, while a cat-eared companion below continued her ministrations.
The entire room was a scene of decadent luxury. Under the ambient lighting and in the dim corners, Johnny's men and their female companions were engaged in various acts.
"Boss, I wish I could live like this every day—this is paradise!" said a burly man beside Johnny between thrusts.
A fierce glint flashed in Johnny's eyes. "Soon. We're not far from that day, hehe..."
"Boss, when are we going to make our move? I can't wait!"
SLAM!
Johnny kicked the cat-eared girl away.
"Get out, all of you, get out!" he roared, startling everyone to a halt. Once the androids and female staff had cleared the room, Johnny stepped forward. He pinned the man who had just spoken against the wall with one hand, a spinning needle protruding from the tip of his other hand.
"If you can't control your mouth, I'll sew it shut for you!" The man, pinned against the wall like a ragdoll, trembled violently at the sight of the needle, instantly sobering halfway from his intoxication.
"Get out!"
The man, as if granted a pardon, scrambled out of the room without even bothering to pull up his pants.
Just then, someone pushed open the door and whispered in Johnny's ear, "Boss, we spotted Mason outside. He's with Chris and Gerald."
A fierce glint flashed in Johnny's eyes. "Let's go check it out!"
In another private room, Gerald, with his arm around the female android beside him, gave Mason a thumbs-up. "Brother, you're a real friend!"
"The three of us spending one night at Alice's Bar probably costs a month's salary for you." Gerald laughed heartily, burying his face in the female android's chest.
"But I love it!"
A blush of alluring pink colored the female android's cheeks. She giggled, wrapping her arms around Gerald's head and gently stroking the back of his neck.
This seemed to be some special feature, and Gerald clearly enjoyed it. If the other two weren't present, he probably would have already taken things further.
Sipping his drink, Chris felt uneasy. He had a strange feeling that Mason's last-minute change of venue was suspicious.
After hours of eating and drinking, Mason didn't make any excessive demands. Chris gradually relaxed, drinking more and more until he was quite intoxicated.
Gerald was even more unrestrained, his hands already inside the android's clothing, roaming freely. The female android serving him, although not the latest model, was fully functional, and Gerald was completely captivated.
Mason observed her closely and found that the female android's appearance was incredibly lifelike. Her reactions and the light in her eyes were indistinguishable from a real person. If it weren't for the light band around her cheeks, she would be virtually impossible to distinguish from an ordinary human.
In fact, compared to those who had undergone excessive modifications, she looked more human.
Yet even so, through her bright eyes, Mason couldn't find a trace of genuine consciousness. Compared to the female android who had attacked him that day, they seemed to be missing something fundamental.
BANG!
Just then, the door was violently flung open, and Mad Dog Johnny appeared in the doorway carrying a bottle of liquor, followed by several burly enforcers.
"Hey, it's rare for the four of us Gear Gang crew leaders to get together—how could I miss an occasion like this?" Johnny didn't stand on ceremony, swaggering onto the sofa and casually groping the android Gerald was holding.
Although they were all crew leaders, Johnny didn't take Gerald and Chris seriously. He was primarily responsible for combat operations, and his power was far beyond what Chris and Gerald could match.
His previous careless defeat at Mason's hands was considered a great humiliation by him.
Chris's face stiffened slightly, and he quickly glanced at Mason. He had a feeling that tonight's encounter was no coincidence.
Mason smiled, staring at Johnny's chin. "Doesn't your face hurt anymore?"
A red light flashed in Johnny's eyes, and his mechanical arm hummed. Mason noticed that after their last encounter, this guy had also modified his other arm into mechanical form.
A hint of uncertainty flickered in Johnny's eyes. He had spoken to Michelin that afternoon and had clearly captured Hank. Had Mason not shown up at all?
Mason leaned forward. "I know everything you've done. Michelin is in my custody now. I'll be sending him to Boss Donnie shortly."
"What do you think Boss Donnie will do when he finds out about your relationship... tsk tsk, what will he do to you?" Mason's voice was extremely soft—only Johnny could barely hear it over the background music in the room.
Johnny's eyes widened, a flicker of terror crossing his face. His eyes blazed with bloodthirsty intensity. Although he tried his best to control his emotions, the numerous modifications he'd undergone made his temperament inherently unstable. Provoked by Mason, he instantly exploded like a powder keg.
"You're dead!"
Old and new grudges surged through his mind, and Johnny was consumed by rage. He lunged forward, his two mechanical arms spinning as he hammered down toward Mason!
Mason had been watching Johnny's movements closely. The moment Johnny moved, Mason's legs shot out like steel pistons. He planted both feet on Johnny's face and launched himself forward.
He executed a clean flip in mid-air, landing with metal gauntlets deployed on his hands, the protruding blades gleaming menacingly under the lights.
Johnny reached for his weapon, but only got halfway before remembering he'd left his firearms in storage when he'd entered the bar.
Mason's kick was incredibly powerful, breaking Johnny's nose. Blood and tears blurred his vision, but the pain only fueled his rage.
"You dare lay a hand on me? I'll rip you apart!"
Johnny's left hand shot out like a projectile—the first knuckle detached from his hand, aimed at Mason's face. In the dim light, Mason couldn't track Johnny's attack precisely. He merely instinctively tilted his head slightly.
A burning, tearing pain shot through his cheek, and a dull thud echoed from the wall behind him—a shallow crater had been punched into the solid concrete!
This mechanism was as powerful as a large-caliber handgun. If used suddenly in close combat, it would be virtually impossible to defend against.
Mason dove to the side, and thud thud! Soft impacts came from the floor as Mad Dog Johnny fired two more projectiles.
Mason used his core strength to grab a nearby chair and hurled it at Johnny's head. Taking advantage of Johnny's obstructed vision, he surged forward, circling around to Johnny's back.
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