Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 886 - 287: Business as Usual in the Infirmary

Aveline felt like she was the spoils of these lunatics, trembling in a warehouse, awaiting the victor's disposal.

As the most prestigious club in Night City, aside from Yunding itself, its biggest asset was these meticulously trained Sex Dolls.

Any gang or corporation that took control of Yunding would start thinking about how to profit from these Sex Dolls.

Dying wasn't an option; dead meant no money. But if the new boss was eager to cash in fast, these Sex Dolls might face even more intense workloads than before.

Thinking about the mound at the entrance, Aveline felt hopeless about her future in the hands of these butchers.

In such a tense atmosphere, her turn finally came in the long line for registration.

She sat on the chair, intentionally pulling down her clothes to reveal some white skin, slightly parted her lips to exude allure, her eyes brimming with a shimmering allure, captivating anyone's heart.

Having worked here for so long, she believed she had grasped the preferences of all men (gays didn't count), with just a little adjustment in posture, those men would succumb to their desires.

[Maimaiti Maiti] glanced at Aveline, but from the mouth down, she was all pixelated, couldn't see anything. Looked okay, but not his type.

Bleached hair, weird lip color.

What can I say… he preferred the Chiu Shu Zhen type.

Having a bit of a gap from Western aesthetics was one thing, but he was a die-hard straight guy.

Plus, to players with a strong sense of pragmatism, if you didn't have attribute bonuses, you were nothing.

"You act all slutty, but can you give me +10% fire attribute damage?"

The most important thing was the battle was over, and it was about to enter the settlement phase. Maimaiti just wanted to wrap things up quickly and go brag on the forums.

"Name."

"..."

"Your name."

Thinking he didn't clarify, Maimaiti emphasized again

"Aveline Parker"

She originally planned to use her seduction to trade for safety, but now it was no longer about safety.

Though she had heard that these Horizon Mercenaries had a good reputation and didn't mess around, Aveline felt her mastery of her trade was being challenged and didn't believe in this nonsense.

This was a battle risking her professional dignity!

Maimaiti: "Were you affected by the previous battle, any injuries?"

"Yes, sir." Aveline placed her hand on her pixelated area.

"My heart feels uncomfortable～～"

Her voice was as seductive as ever, sending shivers down the spine, and the peers beside her looked at her with hostile eyes, probably cursing Aveline's ancestors in their hearts.

"Hmm, uncomfortable heart?"

Maimaiti remained indifferent, with half his attention in the channel chatting with other players, especially boasting about chasing Hansen with a Hovercar, which was causing immense envy.

As for Aveline in front of him?

Maimaiti just responded perfunctorily

"Shall I find a doctor to prescribe you some medicine?"

"..."

Aveline took a deep breath, gathered her strength, employing all her skills, her eyes teared up, looking pitiful.

"The Tiger Claw Gang used to abuse us daily. If we didn't please them, they would hit us."

Under the table, Aveline's leg had already reached over to flirt

"Seeing you scare them away today was like an angel descending, so heroic, made my heart race."

"I want to know… how hard did you hit them when you fought…"

Aveline was practically throwing flirtatious glances in straight lines, her shoulder straps getting lower and lower.

However, the man opposite her just thought, why is this NPC so complicated?

If you're sick, take medicine. If medicine doesn't help, get surgery. Why kick me for no reason?

He shouted into the adjacent room

"Swordfish!"

A blood-soaked figure with a Mantis Blade on their arms, still carrying bits of flesh, pushed the door open and walked out.

Maimaiti pointed at Aveline and said

"This woman says she has some heart issues. Take her to see the Resident for a check-up, maybe surgery. And her leg seems to have a nerve disorder, keeps moving around. You took apart so many legs in there, just give her one to use for now."

Aveline was dumbfounded seeing Swordfish's appearance.

And this Maimaiti Maiti

What kind of people are these?

Are they planning to dismantle me like some defective product?

Screw seduction, Aveline Parker hurriedly pulled up her shoulder straps properly, retracted her legs from under the table into her shoes, and sat upright on the chair, her expression neutral.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead

"No, it's fine now, I'm okay."

"Are you sure you don't need to sit inside for a bit? The Resident has great skills."

Swordfish enthusiastically wanted to pull in some experience for the Resident, oblivious to how terrifying his appearance was, it's inevitable to get some blood and flesh on you while dismantling bodies.

"No no no, really don't need it, I feel pretty good."

Aveline shook her head like a rattle drum, fearing being dragged inside for dismantling.

With her as an example, the efficiency of the following Sex Dolls and service staff went through the roof, not a single unnecessary word or action.

Actually, Aveline guessed right. The players indeed saw them as spoils of war, just as burdensome battle trophies.

Players preferred those NPCs who could handle everything from eating to dishwashing to working at once with just a drag of the mouse, without having to listen to so much nonsense.