The owner of the prosthetic limb

Kestrel never could have imagined that the owner of the prosthetic limb was still alive.

"He's not dead yet?" TPAL exclaimed in astonishment, just as he was about to raise his weapon, but Kestrel quickly stopped him. "Can you not be so trigger-happy?"

Seizing this brief opportunity, the man with the dented skull hurriedly spoke.

In a desperate moment, he swiftly switched to a language that Kestrel could understand. "Save me! Get me out of here! I'll give you 30 Dogecoin as a reward!"

Hearing this, Kestrel, who had been preparing to leave, sized up the young man, deep in thought.

They would definitely need money to get out, and in such circumstances, more people meant more strength, and more safety. Besides, he was a local.

Moreover, he had just used the man's blood to save his life.

"Only 30? Is your life worth so little? That's going to make it hard for me to help," Kestrel remarked.

"Bro, this is Dogecoin! If someone else is mining it using machines online, you know how long it would take?" 

After thinking for a moment, Kestrel pulled TPAL aside. "What exactly is Dogecoin? Is it really that valuable?"

"Well, Dogecoin is a decentralized cryptocurrency here, considered one of the mainstream currencies. According to the current market price, 30 Dogecoin can buy you an entry-level floating supercar."

Upon hearing this, Kestrel gained a new understanding of this so-called Dogecoin.

"Then try to see if you can fix him. If he regains his mobility, we can take him with us. If not, we can't afford to carry a dead weight."

"Alright," TPAL nodded and walked over to the man.

As TPAL's sensor wire entered the man's body, a swift process followed, and the immobile figure on the ground began to move.

"Damn it, your heart was pierced by a bullet, and the secondary heart pump was insufficiently powered, that's why you couldn't move."

Kestrel then saw the man with the dented skull mutter angrily, "Damn it, they used cheap parts for my prosthetics. You'll pay for this!"

"Can you move now? If you can, let's get out of here, it's not safe," Kestrel said, hearing the distant sounds of gunfire approaching.

"Wait a moment," the man replied. He used his one free hand to sweep his dirty hair back and pressed a button on his black jacket. A virtual screen popped up in front of him.

Before Kestrel could figure out what was going on, the man began speaking.

"Hahaha, sorry to disappoint you all, but I'm back! I just died for a moment, and now the livestream continues!!"

To Kestrel's surprise, various texts and emojis began popping up on the floating screen as the man, Paul, interacted with his audience.

"Wait, a livestream?" Kestrel was stunned. After narrowly escaping death in a firefight, he had assumed the man was a mercenary, only to discover he was a livestreamer.

With a whizzing sound, a bullet grazed overhead. Kestrel immediately crouched down, incredulously asking, "A livestream? You came here for a livestream?"

Paul turned his gaze away from the screen, grinning widely to reveal his golden teeth. "Of course! Do you know how much heat this would generate online? Heat equals money! In today's world, if you catch the attention, anyone—whether human or dog—can get rich!"

"Do you know what traffic is? It's flowing virtual gold."

Kestrel struggled to understand. If he hadn't saved the guy, he'd be dead by now. And if he were dead, what good would all the money in the world do?

Kestrel nodded at TPAL and motioned for the two of them to head in the direction with fewer gunshots.

Fortunately, other groups had already started fighting, giving the three of them some temporary safety.

As they moved, Paul continued speaking into the livestream.

"Look, look! Isn't that Old Snake from the Graffiti Gang with a rocket launcher on the left? They're going at it with the Hyena Dogs' young crew."

"Plus, there's that conflict in the subway tunnels, so these two factions are definitely at odds now."

"Oh? Thanks to Old Snake for the 0.25 Dogecoin tip! Haha, fighting and still finding time to watch the livestream? I'm touched!"

"Do you know them well?" Kestrel asked.

Paul confidently gave a thumbs-up. "Of course, bro. I make a living off this stuff. We know all the ins and outs of the streets."

After hearing this, Kestrel paused in thought before asking, "Do you know the bald guy who can turn invisible?"

As the memory of the man who had nearly killed him and severed his right arm flashed in Kestrel's mind, his newly installed metal prosthetic hand tightened.

The man had stabbed him through the abdomen and severed his arm into three pieces—this matter would not go unpunished.

"Bald guy? There are plenty of bald men in the city. Any other distinguishing features?"

"Yes, there's a reverse crucifix brand just below his neck."

"Is he from the Satan Boys? That gang is in the Teuton district. I don't mix with them, but... wait a minute, I have some contacts in my livestream."

Paul lowered his head slightly, reading the messages in the livestream. "That guy's name is K1 Loy, a small-time leader of the Satan Boys, managing about ten people. I've heard his camouflage is military-grade. Really impressive."

"Is that so? Thanks for the info," Kestrel muttered, silently noting this for later.

"Oh?!" Paul suddenly grew excited as he looked at the screen. "Thanks to K1 Loy for sending a rocket! Thanks, thanks!"

The next moment, Kestrel saw something rapidly approaching from a distance.

Instinctively, he raised his hand, and a red-headed missile shot from his palm, colliding with the incoming object, resulting in a powerful explosion that sent all three of them flying.

As Paul spat out water and groggily lifted his head, he cursed at the livestream. "Fuck! You son of a bitch, you actually sent a real one!"

As Kestrel gritted his teeth and painfully stood again, he saw a group of people slowly encircling them from the rain, with the leader being the bald man who had once tried to kill him.

His face was full of hostility as he raised his gun and pointed it directly at Kestrel's head. "You motherfucker! I heard you were asking about me in some dumbass livestream? What, you want revenge? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

It was clear that he had tracked them down based on Paul's livestream.

Kestrel snapped, "Dammit!" and immediately pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage of bullets while shouting, "Can you people focus during a firefight? Why the hell are you still watching livestreams at a time like this?"

"Fuck you, who are you to tell me? I'll watch whatever I want! I'll watch porn while I kill you!" A grenade soared toward Kestrel in a perfect arc.