Meanwhile, inside the internet cafe, after everyone had left, Liu Yuan unfroze Jibril. As soon as the freeze was lifted, Jibril transformed into 'Shura' and lunged towards Liu Yuan with her mouth open.
However, Kisara's reaction was quicker, she caught Jibril by the back of her neck mid-air.
"Let go of me, I'm going to kill you all."
Liu Yuan waved his hand indifferently, "Kisara, there's no need to grab her. See this rope? She did threaten us, so hang her for two hours. Let's see how long she can stay defiant."
Jibril was furious! She wasn't afraid of losing a fight or even dying, but Liu Yuan's approach was infuriating.
Everything she had witnessed today made one thing clear: if Liu Yuan really wanted to get serious, she would definitely lose.
But how did Liu Yuan treat her? By instantly teleporting her away, waiting until she was exhausted to catch her.
Today, she would rather die than submit to Liu Yuan.
So, Jibril was hung from the ceiling again, and to facilitate easy conversation, Kisara even thoughtfully hung her upside down.
Liu Yuan, meanwhile, nonchalantly opened the Chinese Paladin game and introduced it to Kisara. "The Legend of Sword and Fairy—if you want to play, you don't have to follow the plot and can directly go to Shushan to learn."
He introduced the concept of the new game to Kisara while adjusting Jibril's position so she could better watch them play.
Kisara turned her head, leaning towards Liu Yuan with feigned affection after giving Jibril a mysterious smile. "Boss, can people not..."
"No can do! Also, talk to me normally. If you keep this up, believe it or not, I'll hang you up too?"
"Boss! Can I take some food?"
Liu Yuan turned to look at Kisara. He didn't need to guess to know what she was thinking. Looking at the airborne Jibril, and then at Kisara, who was starting to act cute and pouty, Liu Yuan smiled broadly. "Of course, it's okay. Just think of it as an invitation from Jibril. Let's dig in."
"Shameless!!!" Jibril's face reddened with anger.
After a day in the internet cafe, she knew the cost of consumption here. Even if she was caught and had to work, the boss and other employees had to be credited for their food and drink consumption. This was intolerable. She couldn't endure it.
She struggled, wanting to come down. Even if she couldn't resist Liu Yuan's tyranny, she wanted to.
Just as she was struggling, Liu Yuan walked over with an iced cola with a large straw. Seeing Kisara, Jibril instantly became compliant. She knew that if she continued to struggle, she would face even more cruel and inhumane treatment.
If she wanted to rebel, she had to wait until Liu Yuan let his guard down, then kill him with her own hands.
Looking at the suddenly compliant Jibril, Liu Yuan took a big gulp of iced cola and then offered it to Jibril. "Want a drink?"
"No!"
"I like your stubbornness. Come on, drink!"
Liu Yuan pulled out a new straw, inserted one end into the coke, and the other end into Jibril's mouth. She tried to struggle, but when the cold, fizzy coke entered her mouth, she calmed down and took a big gulp. It tasted quite good.
Jibril's thought was simple: since she had become his trophy, she would eat and drink his stock till he bleed poor.
Whether because her body had become smaller or not, Jibril's thoughts seemed more childish.
But it wasn't a big problem; Liu Yuan liked people like Jibril who were not as tough as they acted.
"It's good, isn't it?"
"Uh..."
"Want more?"
"!!!"
Jibril's eyes sparkled with excitement. Only a Flugel that had drunk cola, especially iced cola, would know how good it was. The moment the cold cola flowed into her body, Jibril felt her life was complete.
Jibril's heart was conflicted. This was food from the enemy, but it tasted really good.
One more sip, yummy. One more bite, yummy!
One last sip...
Seeing the slightly flushed expression on Jibril's face, Kisara was puzzled. "Boss, your coke isn't right..."
"Wrong? What's wrong?"
"Why don't I and the other customers have that look on their faces when we drink it?"
How can she describe that look? Drugged? Yes, that was the word she could think of.
"..."
Liu Yuan didn't know what to say. This was an internet cafe, not a black market store.
"Think whatever you want."
"Hiss, boss, you're too scary."
"Scary? Yosh, you haven't eaten this before, have you? It's called chocolate; it's very sweet. And this, it's candy."
Liu Yuan was like a strange uncle luring a little girl, constantly offering various desserts. Sugar was a precious commodity in Jibril's world, and even many Flugel had never tasted it.
Jibril liked these sweet things very much. Despite being hung upside down, she unconsciously forgot all the pain and enjoyed the treats.
She burped contentedly after drinking the cola and eating the candies. At this moment, Liu Yuan spoke, "Jibril, according to the rules of your tribe, the victor is qualified to dispose of the loser at will, right?"
Jibril's expression froze. Liu Yuan added, "If it was Azrael, she definitely wouldn't concede defeat, but you, this special individual, should understand that intelligence is also a form of strength."
Liu Yuan pointed to his head. As a special individual, Jibril had once been the weakest Flugel but had slowly become the strongest.
The hardships she endured were known only to her.
"Now, I'll give you two choices. The first one: become a shopkeeper and work obediently. I'll let you go after you repay the 100 million dollars. The second: keep resisting, and I'll let you go, but these photos... they might be seen by people like Azriel or the Elf species you've bullied. You don't want these pictures to be seen, do you?"
If it had been another Flugel, Liu Yuan would have found it more challenging. But with Jibril, a day was enough for her to understand the gap in strength. Pure suppression wouldn't make her compliant.
So, there was a need for a little temptation and then a bit of threat.
The photos Liu Yuan took out were all embarrassing shots of Jibril when she was small, such as being tied up with a rope, hanging from the ceiling, freezing in front of the door, and being teased about her age. There were also happy expressions of her eating dessert while hanging upside down, all captured.
He even had the heartlessness to release a video of a conversation he had with Kaede this morning.
"Wow, boss, where'd you get such a proper product?"
"Long live Rick's world, she's a hag."
"A hag!"
Fujimaru Kaede's spitting and contemptuous expressions were put on repeat by Liu Yuan, delivering multiple blows to Jibril's 'young' mind.
"Don't show it, don't show it!!!"
Jibril tried to cover herself, but her hands were tightly bound by the rope.
Liu Yuan whispered seductively, "Come on! Work for a day, and I'll forgive you ten thousand dollars of debt. You're a long-lived species; counting rest and daily consumption, you'll be able to go back in thirty years at most. Thirty years!"
Hearing this, Kisara's eyes were filled with incredulity.
Ten thousand a day?
What kind of salary level was this?
But seeing the 'goodwill' in Liu Yuan's eyes, she knew Jibril was finished; she might be stuck here for life.
Jibril agreed. She had no choice. The conditions Liu Yuan offered were too tempting. She simply had no right to refuse. She couldn't fight, she couldn't run. Instead of wasting time, it was better to submit for now.
Thirty years was nothing; back then, finding that Dragon Head took longer.
And so, Jibril was put down, adding one more little angel to the house.
As for why Liu Yuan dared to say he would forgive 10,000 of Jibril's debt in one day, it was because this 100 million debt was rounded up by Liu Yuan from Schwi to get it.
To say it was to pay off the debt was, in fact, to exploit Jibril's labor for free.
Liu Yuan looked far ahead. Now, two people could manage, but what about later? If Chtholly or Ganyu brought their own people over to play, two people couldn't handle it.
Many questions within the game needed Kisara and Liu Yuan to answer, especially the final reward selection, which was currently Liu Yuan's exclusive service.
Now, with fewer people, it was okay, but with more, Liu Yuan felt overwhelmed. Instead of waiting until his scalp went numb, it was better to start cultivating professional service personnel now. A small, cute girl like Jibril, with wings to explain, could definitely be considered a specialty of this store.
At that time, they could just manage the front desk and let the two work.
What? Compassion? It didn't exist.
As a qualified boss, what you have to do is to squeeze their value!