Simmons chuckled, "The business between middlemen and intermediaries has nothing to do with us mercenaries. We're just responsible for taking money and doing the work. In any case, the winner takes all—it's the rule of Night City."
"Also, if there's an issue, it gets resolved in the arena. If you fight outside of it, everyone present can attack that clueless guy. Just don't kill them, but beat them senseless."
"Arena? Where is it?" Upon hearing this, Jack was intrigued; he liked boxing.
Simmons gestured towards a corner of the bar, where an octagonal cage stood, though no one was fighting in it.
Jack and Gustav exchanged a glance, then Jack said to Simmons,
"I have to try and see if the mercenary skills here are as impressive as you boast."
Simmons blinked, a look of amusement spread across his face.
Jack jumped onto the arena in two or three steps, spread his arms on the ropes, and shouted loudly,
"Anyone want to come up? Any of you, let me see your skills!"
