Let Miyel run amok on her own turf and sit in the office planning insubordination or exploitative misdeeds against the common folk; she's up for it, even proud of it.
But if it's about risking her life, that's out of the question.
Master Fuli threw three punches at her face, and Miyel immediately cowered into a ball, tucked herself into a bowl, showing she could compromise, step back, and make anything negotiable.
Seeing a hope of getting out of this hellish place, avoiding being tormented by devils with cigarette burns on the backside, Miyel agreed to everything without any bottom line.
"I just feel...."
"This trick seems familiar....."
Glancing over at the faces of the mushroom spirit and Li Wenkang, Ansheng mumbled to himself, feeling a strong sense of déjà vu from Li Wenkang's tactics on the three of them, though it was a bit forgotten due to time.
"Could it be England's offshore balancing act?" Lin Bingyun heard Master Fuli's words and spoke after thinking it over.
