Chapter 944

With success so close at hand, the four of them instead found themselves at a loss.

One of them—a Black kid with a big afro nicknamed “Dre”, a name that came from the way he liked to hum a street tune that went “dre-dre-dre” whenever he was nervous or excited—carefully lifted a plate in his hands. The cool touch and fine craftsmanship immediately told him it had to be valuable, and he was afraid of breaking it if he wasn’t careful.

In today’s Night City, ordinary bowls and cutlery were no different from the past—worth almost nothing.