Players Invade Cyberpunk

He looked at Lin Miao and Lucy in front of him, gesturing for his men not to shoot, as both sides faced off across a few cars.

Paul’s head was a bit dazed from the grenade blast, and his forehead was cut by shrapnel, but he still endured the pain and said,

"Brother, I don’t know which path you’re from or why you’re bothering me, but everyone’s out here just to make a living. There’s no need to fight to the death like this. How about this: let us go, and these five trucks of oil are yours. I don’t want them."

Although Paul had quite a few combat implants on him, he felt confident he wouldn’t necessarily lose in a fight, but his cybernetic eye scan was immediately blocked by Lin Miao. The hacker next to him was quite formidable, so he couldn’t gauge their strength and didn’t dare make any rash moves.

In his view, both sides were evenly matched right now, and continuing to fight would be bad for both sides, so it was better for each to take a step back.

Though saying these words made him feel a sharp pain, as long as he could survive, it was all worth it.

Lucy had expected Lin Miao to refuse; she was already prepared to act, just that dealing with Paul and the firewall was a bit troublesome and would take some time.

But unexpectedly, Lin Miao nodded and smiled, saying to the Night Wanderers.

"Alright, I agree. You guys leave, but leave the oil for me."

After speaking, he even made way for them.

Paul couldn’t believe how readily the other side agreed. Though pleased, he remained vigilant and signaled with his eyes for one of his men to start the only vehicle that appeared unbroken behind him.

Lin Miao just watched as the subordinate got into the car and started it, making no move at all, not even saying a word.