He didn’t retreat immediately, but instead went straight to the spot where the two groups had fought earlier, and fired several shots directly at the group that had been chasing him.

Seeing the explosions and flashes in the distance, Jack Spencer finally felt that his injuries didn’t hurt as much.

“Let’s go!” Jack Spencer was about to leave with Brian Carter, but a trembling hand grabbed his left foot. “Wait, wait, wait!”

Jack Spencer looked down and saw a guy with a caved-in head and missing right arm looking up at him. On closer inspection, wasn’t this the original owner of his right arm?

Chapter 8 Paul Harris

Jack Spencer never expected that the owner of the prosthetic was actually still alive.

“You’re actually not dead?” The surprised Brian Carter was about to raise his gun, but Jack Spencer stopped him. “Can you not be so trigger-happy?”

Taking advantage of this brief moment, the guy with the caved-in head quickly spoke up.

In this critical moment, he swiftly switched to a language Jack Spencer could understand. “Save me! Get me out of here! I’ll pay you 30 @ coins as a reward!”

Hearing this, Jack Spencer, who was just about to leave, sized the guy up and started calculating in his mind.

They’d definitely need money to get out, and in this situation, there’s strength in numbers. One more person means a bit more safety, especially since he’s a local.

Besides, he’d just used this guy’s blood to save his own life.

“Only 30? Is your life worth so little? That makes it hard for me to help you.”

“Bro, these are @ coins! If someone else tried to mine them online with just a machine, do you know how long it would take?”

After thinking for a couple of seconds, Jack Spencer pulled Brian Carter aside. “What’s this @ coin? Is it really that valuable?”

“Yeah, @ coin is a kind of decentralized cryptocurrency here, basically the mainstream currency. At the current market rate, 30 @ coins can buy you an entry-level hover supercar.”

Hearing this, Jack Spencer gained a new understanding of this so-called @ coin.

“Then try to see if you can fix him up. If he can move again, we’ll take him along. If he can’t, we can’t afford to drag a dead weight with us.”

“Alright.” Brian Carter nodded and walked over to the guy.

As Brian Carter’s sensor wire pierced into the man’s body and quickly scanned through, the guy lying motionless on the ground started to move.

“Damn, your heart was shot through by a bullet. The implanted auxiliary heart pump isn’t getting enough power, that’s why you couldn’t move.”

Right after, Jack Spencer saw the caved-in head guy curse furiously. “Damn it, they actually used black market parts for my implanted prosthetics. Just you wait!”

“Hey, caved-in head, can you move now? If you can, let’s get going—this place isn’t safe.” Jack Spencer said, hearing the gunfire getting closer.

“Wait, just a sec.” The guy used his only hand to push aside his filthy hair, pressed a button on his black jacket, and a virtual screen popped up right in front of him.

Before Jack Spencer could figure out what he was up to, the guy started talking. “Hahaha, So9rry, sorry to disappoint you all, I, Paul Harris, am back! I was dead for a bit just now, but the livestream continues!!”

Immediately, all kinds of messages and emojis started popping up on the floating screen, interacting with {宋6pus}.

“What the—livestreaming?”

Jack Spencer was stunned. He thought the guy was a mercenary too, dying in a hail of bullets, but it turned out his job was actually livestreaming.

With a whoosh, a bullet whizzed overhead. Jack Spencer immediately ducked down, incredulous. “Livestreaming? You came here just to livestream?”

{宋6pus} shifted his gaze from the screen, flashing his big gold tooth with pride. “Of course! Something this big falling from the sky—you know how much hype that gets online? These days, hype is money! As long as you grab it, anyone—man or dog—can get rich!”

“Do you know what traffic is? Traffic is flowing virtual gold.”

Jack Spencer really couldn’t understand. If he hadn’t saved this guy, he’d be dead for sure. If you lose your life, what’s the point of having more money?

Jack Spencer jerked his chin at Brian Carter, and led the two of them away in the direction with less gunfire.

Luckily, the others were already fighting, so the three of them were relatively safe for now. As they walked, {宋6pus} kept talking to his livestream audience.

“Look, look, my buddies! Isn’t that Old Snake from the Graffiti Gang on the left with the rocket launcher? They’re going at it with the Hyena boys.”

“After that grudge in the subway tunnel, these two sides are really at each other’s throats now.”

“Oh? Thanks to Old Snake for the 0.25 @ coin tip! Hahaha, even in the middle of a fight, you still find time to watch the stream? I’m touched!”

“You know all of them pretty well?” Jack Spencer asked from the side.

{宋6pus} confidently gave a thumbs up. “Of course, bro! This is how I make my living—I know everything that goes on in the underworld.”

Hearing this, Jack Spencer thought for a moment, then asked, “Do you know a bald guy who can turn invisible?”