Players Invade Cyberpunk

Wagako lifted the teapot, filling her cup leisurely. In the dim light, Lin Miao could see her long, lowered eyebrows, revealing a hint of a vicious glint. In the not-so-bright room, she resembled an old fox lurking in the shadows, creeping closer to its prey step by step.

But Lin Miao was completely relaxed, naturally leaning on the chair, hands on his legs, without looking back. His eyes showed no panic; now was not the time to shake legs or cross arms. Any subconscious nervousness or defensive movements before a predator could be fatal.

"It’s okay if you haven’t seen them. You’re new here, but you might often see me and my people in the future."

The most important thing in business negotiations is not what you have, but making the other party feel you have something.

Confidence and composure are the heaviest bargaining chips.

"Don’t treat me like those halfwit mercenaries under your command. With 100K, you can at least earn the same amount. This isn’t a one-time deal. If the cooperation goes well, I’ll consider keeping in touch."

Lin Miao suddenly leaned forward from the chair, adapting an aggressively poised stance, staring fearlessly at the fox hidden in the dark.

"Also, Ms. Wagako, let me remind you, before you make a move, think carefully. After all... there are quite a few people eyeing your position. Capsizing for a small sum could bring mockery from your peers, and not everyone is lucky enough to escape unscathed from a fiasco."