Even your dialogue software with the sex dolls has an entire psychological research institute backing it.
The more advanced the sex doll, the stronger the software and hardware support it receives. You can almost experience every imaginable ecstasy with them.
No matter the gender, age, beauty, evil, race, or body type, whether you’re eight months pregnant or buried eight days, if you can imagine it, the controllers here dare to do it.
Custors who co here are chasing ultimate excitent, whether psychological or physiological, so they don’t mind playing until death.
Consumption is, of course, terrifyingly high.
Every year, this venue brings the Tiger Claw gang profits in the tens of millions of euros, and you couldn’t match this gold-digging speed even if you won every lottery jackpot.
As for that Crystal Palace up there, even Lin Miao’s limited imagination can’t conceive what tricks they might play inside.
Saying it’s a Lolita Island or belongs to the Illuminati is undervaluing them.
Maybe even if you want to play Mann and Pira, the Crystal Palace could get them for you, all trained up.
As for Ogata and Wagako, her being able to book a room at Yunding naturally isn’t just a result of her wealth; it’s a bit too expensive for a middleman like her, not to ntion Lin Miao, who’d probably go bankrupt after one week here.
Therefore, their eting location is the office area, not the consumption area.
But even so, it’s a showing of Wagako’s power, also to restore
The elder woman had changed into a simple kimono, kneeling at the tea table, with tea leaves being brewed over charcoal in front of her, precisely the box of roasted green tea Lin Miao gifted her.
Whether it was West Lake Dragon Well or Duyun Maojian, Lin Miao didn’t know; he wasn’t familiar with it. After all, the tea he’d drunk the most in life was probably prison iced tea.
MAN!!!
"Mr. Lin, long ti no see."
"Long ti no see." Lin Miao sat cross-legged across from her. He wouldn’t kneel for anything; it was uncomfortable and pointless.
"Wagako-san is as charming as ever. When I ca in, I even thought it was Yoshiwara’s courtesan waiting for . Truly, I was flattered."
Praising with boastful words is an art. Do it well, and everyone’s happy; do it poorly, and it’s like—[He’s not patting my back; he’s slapping your face].
However, with Wagako’s tattoos exposed, calling her a courtesan is fine, but she’s more like the Triad’s Thirteenth Sister.
Wagako’s squinty-eyed expression indicated she was very pleased with Lin Miao’s words.
"Every ti talking with you, Mr. Lin, brings such joy. But sadly, how could anyone find this old body appealing? Not to ntion soone as handso and young as you would definitely prefer beautiful young won."
"Beautiful shells are a di a dozen; deep souls are one in a million. No matter how pretty those girls are, they’re just caged canaries to be played with. The real strong won are those who control their own destinies."
Lin Miao spoke with a very earnest tone, his expression serious, without a hint of awkwardness or guilt.
"If any of my dead husbands had even a tenth of your eloquence..."
"Words will always fall short of actions. In your husbands’ hearts, Wagako, you surely were Yoshino’s never-setting moon of the night."
"Ah..." Wagako covered her mouth with her sleeve and chuckled softly, sowhat fretful.
"I wonder how many young girls in Night City have been bewitched by your words."
"I’m a rchant; honesty is my foremost principle, so I only ever speak the truth."
If liars swallow a thousand needles, then Adam Hamr’s modification rate is laughably low for every capitalist.
Wagako elegantly poured Lin Miao a cup of tea.
"Then please, Mr. Lin, who only speaks the truth, explain why our officer Zhengfa Chengtailang died at your people’s hands."
This damned hag wouldn’t throw the bla, right...
"What!"
Lin Miao exclaid in shock.
"Zhengfa Chengtailang is dead? How could that be? I just saw Chengtailang racing on the sidewalk on my way here, even reminded him to follow traffic rules well. How did it turn into this?"
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Intending to leverage Chengtailang’s death against Lin Miao, Wagako’s gaze sharpened, pulling out a surveillance video from NCPD, showing the scene of the fem fatale squad on motorcycles chasing Chengtailang from the company.
"Mr. Lin, you wouldn’t say these people aren’t your subordinates, would you?"
"Them?"
Lin Miao chuckled.
"Now you’re being unreasonable, Wagako-san. They’re rcenaries, drinking and taking jobs at my bar; what does it have to do with if they kill soone?"
"According to this logic, if we tally debts, there should be more people looking for you than , right?"
Do you have evidence linking these people to Lin Miao?
Saying they regularly work for Lin Miao and drink at his bar counts?
Then should the construction workers’ cris be blad on the contractors?
Boy
Here is Night City.
No limited liability or unlimited liability companies exist.
Only no liability companies.
It’s a contest of who is more shaless.
All contractors can externally sever relations with sub-contractors any ti; let alone freelancers, these apparent unemployed individuals. Many companies have such people under them; trying to use them to trouble Lin Miao is laughable.
"..."
Wagako still didn’t believe it.
"What if soone wants their lives? Mr. Lin, would you interfere?"
Building such a rcenary force costs considerable money and ti; Wagako couldn’t believe soone would casually abandon them, wouldn’t it chill the hearts of the other subordinates?
Lin Miao laughed, joyfully, startling Wagako.
"You can send people to kill them anyti, any way; I absolutely won’t intervene, as long as they don’t blindly create chaos on my turf like this ti. After all, hiring cleaners to clear corpses is pretty troubleso."
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