"You really didn't need to make another trip here; our analysts have a misjudgment rate of 0.01 percent; she is definitely not the person you're looking for." The young man finished counting the cash and was very satisfied, "This transaction was very pleasant. If you have similar tasks in the future, feel free to come to me, I'll give you a 20 percent discount."
As he pulled up the zipper of the bag, the young man slung it over his shoulder, ready to leave when he suddenly felt his legs weaken, barely able to muster any strength.
"What's happening?" Fear crept onto the young man's face, his joy instantly dissipated, "What did you do to me!"
"Nothing much, just to make the transaction a bit more pleasant." The Guinea Pig put away the report, "Do you know why those Cocoon House Hackers dare not come and deal with us directly?"
