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The boss's eyes flashed with a hint of caution, but he still maintained the typical enthusiasm of a merchant with an oily voice, saying, "Well... if the price is not a problem, we can proceed with the payment, right?" There was a hint of urgency in his voice, clearly wanting to confirm the deal as soon as possible and gain profit from these two unusual customers.
The middle-aged man suddenly seemed to remember something important, his expression becoming exaggerated. He slapped his forehead with his hand and grinned, "Oh my! How could I forget such an important thing?" His actions were exaggerated and dramatic, seemingly intentionally delaying the time while also looking for a suitable opportunity to handle the situation.
The boss's brow furrowed slightly, unsure if the middle-aged man's sudden movement was a genuine mistake or if there was another intention. He couldn't help but scrutinize the guest more carefully, trying to find clues from his expression and behavior. The boss's heart was both expectant and cautious, as such a guest was rare in his business career, making him feel both curious and uneasy.
At the same time, Tyrant Star observed the scene quietly, his eyes revealing a hint of vigilance and calculation. In this environment full of uncertainty, he knew that any small movement could lead to unpredictable consequences. His four arms were lightly folded across his chest, as if he was ready to respond to any sudden situation at any time.
The tense atmosphere continued to spread between the boss and the customer, with everyone waiting for the other's next move. This transaction was no longer just about money, but had turned into a psychological and strategic game.
The middle-aged man's movements seemed somewhat clumsy and deliberate, as he fumbled repeatedly in the jacket pocket, seemingly searching for something. His expression appeared somewhat awkward, yet with a hint of slyness. In the end, he pulled out a bar of interstellar currency from his pocket and solemnly handed it to the boss.
The boss took the currency strip and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. From his expression, it was clear that he was well aware that the money was not enough to pay for the five thousand interstellar currency strips he had requested. The currency strip was roughly counted, and there were only about two thousand, far below the original quote.
"How is this enough?" The boss's voice revealed a hint of dissatisfaction and a warning tone. His face showed a clear expression of displeasure, with greed and anger flashing in his eyes.
The middle-aged man then put on a nonchalant expression and said with a slight smile, "Oh, well, I just happen to have this much. What can we do about it?" His tone carried a hint of relaxation and provocation, as if testing the boss's reaction and looking for an opportunity to solve the problem. At this moment, the boss's eyes sparkled with the gleam of a successful scheme. He spread his hands and firmly stated, "If you don't pay enough, don't expect to dock at my place! Not just anyone can dock here." His voice was full of confidence and threat, as if he had already grasped the situation.
"And," the boss added with a sly smile, "if you don't cooperate, I'll report to the police that there are stowaways here." His smug and threatening tone made it clear that he believed he held all the cards.
The middle-aged man and the Tyrant Star exchanged a glance, secretly assessing the situation. They understood that facing such a threat required careful handling, as any impulsive action could lead to irreversible consequences.
The boss's confidence and sly smile showed that he believed he was in an unbeatable position. In his view, these two guests had already fallen into the trap he had set, and no matter how they chose, the outcome would be in his favor. In this situation, he could not only gain more money but also ensure his position and interests through threats.
The middle-aged man looked at the boss's self-satisfied, almost arrogant expression, feeling a hint of inexplicable anger in his heart. He tried to stay calm, but the other's arrogant attitude made it increasingly unbearable for him. He took a deep breath and responded calmly, "Boss, we just need a place to dock, we have no ill intentions. Do you really think it's necessary to do this?"
However, the boss seemed completely unaffected by the middle-aged man's words, and instead his smug smile grew even stronger. Pointing to the emblem on the spaceship, he sneered, "Look at your ship, it's obviously no good. In my hangar, if you don't have enough money, don't even think about staying!"
The boss's arrogance and arrogance were revealed in his words, as if he was completely confident that he had the upper hand. His eyes sparkled with greed and cunning, as if planning how to extract more benefits from the two guests.
The middle-aged man and the Tyrant Star exchanged a meaningful glance, knowing that they had to be more clever in this situation. They silently discussed the next action plan, preparing to deal with this deceitful and arrogant boss.
The boss continued to treat them with his seemingly victorious attitude, laughing recklessly as if he had already seen the scene of the two guests being captured. He was completely unaware that the game might unfold in a way he did not expect.
A middle-aged man's face showed a hint of understanding smile as he shook his head, seemingly feeling a bit regretful about the current situation. He said softly, "Well, it seems that sometimes you have to take the punishment if you refuse the toast." His voice revealed a hint of helplessness, but at the same time, it also carried a hint of determination.
The person next to Tyrant Star also shook his head, but his movements were more threatening. The muscles on his four strong arms tensed up, each muscle as hard as steel. His posture seemed ready to face the impending conflict, appearing very threatening.
Seeing this, the boss's satisfaction slightly diminished, but he still tried to maintain a confident posture. He nervously said, "Hey, you better not make any stupid moves, or you'll face the consequences."
The middle-aged man and the Tyrant Star person locked eyes, as if sharing an unspoken understanding. They knew that in this situation, decisive action was necessary. The Tyrant Star person slowly tightened their four arms, preparing for the next move, while the middle-aged man silently planned each step in his mind.
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