As everyone knew, most people preferred compromise and moderation by nature.
For example, if you first made an outrageous demand the other party could never possibly accept, then backed down and offered a less excessive condition,
there was a good chance they would agree and compromise.
Because when facing problems and difficulties, people usually did not want to confront the hardest and most intractable root cause directly.
Instead, they instinctively chose to avoid it and look for easier, more effortless solutions.
Even when they clearly knew such a solution was likely no different from drinking poison to quench their thirst, and that the temporarily concealed problem would sooner or later erupt in an even more violent form.
Many experts skilled at negotiation and closing deals basically relied on this psychology to achieve their goals.
At vocational training schools in Baator, there were even specialized courses teaching these techniques to low-ranking Devils about to be sent to the Material Plane to expand their operations, allowing them to get wavering mortals to sign soul-selling contracts in the shortest possible time.
Clearly, Raymond was currently exploiting this universal weakness of human nature to force Quicksilver to obey his will.
"If I refuse, will you keep stopping me like this?"
The young Quicksilver raised his head and probed cautiously, his voice full of wariness.
After their brief exchange just now, he knew perfectly well that he could not compare to the other party in terms of speed.
After all, in a battle between Speedsters, speed was everything. Whoever was faster would inevitably win. There were no fancy tricks to play.
Raymond gave a slight nod. "That's right.
I'm a very willful person, and I'm also extremely possessive. What I hate most is people ruining my script.
So while I still have patience, you may