Gao Yuanyuan ignored the other party's tear-streaked face and interrupted the flattering speech he had prepared, saying blandly:
"You like hacking, don't you? Want to try hacking my brain? If you manage to hack me, won't the entire faction have to listen to you?"
"How could I?" Baozi gave an awkward smile. "Just looking at that whole series of red question marks on your panel, boss, I couldn't bring myself to blow up your gold."
"Get up. If you want to take the acting route next time, you might as well implant a second personality. Did you think I couldn't tell you'd modified your tear glands? I taught you your modification techniques, after all."
Baozi hurriedly got to his feet, pressed the switch at his temple, and his tears stopped abruptly.
"Hehe, wasn't I just showing you the results of my years of study? Ptooey, ptooey—why does this saline taste so bitter?"
Gao Yuanyuan returned to his seat and spoke.
"If there's something you want to say, say it."
"Um, boss, you're magnanimous, right? Could you let me off this once? We can continue the punishment after the siege battle."
Baozi stated the condition he had thought up from the very beginning.
"Let you off?"
Gao Yuanyuan glanced at him.
Ever since Baozi had engaged in "smuggling," Gao Yuanyuan had activated the faction's red-name system and directly shut down Baozi's exchange channels.
So, in order to build his one hundred "mechanical cities," Baozi had no choice but to grit his teeth and trade with other players for construction data.
The result was obvious.
After years of cheating and swindling others, Baozi was finally getting what he deserved. The materials were adulterated, the weapons had extremely low durability, the blueprints were flawed, and mechanical factors had been implanted inside the robots.