Chapter 837

The sudden appearance of Johnny’s projection made every pupil in the room contract.

There wasn’t a single person present who didn’t recognize him— the infamous Johnny Silverhand. How could anyone not know that name?

That wild, unruly face, the trademark messy hair, and that prominently raised middle finger—every detail was identical to the historical footage of that man who had long since been deified or demonized: the rockerboy, the terrorist, the Night City legend.