Eris was certainly aware of what Cheng Daqi meant.
Today they were going to talk about buying identities.
The purpose of buying an identity was for a common cause.
This was not just about Cheng Daqi himself; Eris was also drawn to the possibilities brought up by Cheng Daqi, and the future benefits tied the two together.
"Chan, I've already paid you, eight hundred dollars, and you agreed so happily at the time. Have you forgotten?"
"But you've screwed me over. You've let your views slip to the press, and now tens of thousands of TV viewers know!"
With a long exhalation of a large ring of smoke, Eris asked in a deep voice.
The West Coast agent lay stretched out on the sofa, his back to the window, his eyes seemingly on Cheng Daqi, yet also on the cigar in his hand.
Without much movement, there was a palpable pressure in his gaze and tone.
If possible, Eris hoped Cheng Daqi could be intimidated by his pressure, not to haggle further.
