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... ground, continuing forward without a care. His soles were stained with blood, but it didn't bother him. After all, if someone sprinkled luminol reagent over Night City, the entire place would glow like a massive neon lightstick.

He felt a little puzzled. According to the theory of evolution, idiots like Silly Qwen should have been naturally eliminated. Yet, despite the years passing, the number of fools in Night City had only increased. This went against all logic—Darwin himself would be ...

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