A 21st-century corporate slave dies suddenly from staying up late, transmigrating into a cyberpunk gang boss. With 400,000 credits in the bank, she pays her subordinates a monthly salary of 1,200. She decides to raise wages first, then launch virtual idols, while dragging out everyone who wants to kill her. The original body was just poisoned to death, six cadres harbor ulterior motives, and the inner ghost is hiding right by her side. While faking memory confusion to stabilize the situation, she moves Earth song and dance into holographic projections, launching a dimensional reduction strike at the cyberpunk bottom. Assassination, gang wars, street boxing, once the mask is put on, nobody cares about anyone. From a black-hearted boss to raising wages for everyone, from a broken alley to a holographic concert, the soul of the working person burns fiercely in neon and blood.