"No way, not even a fart received..."
Li Pan slumped back into the office, weakly stuffed a pile of investigative reports into the shredder, fed them to the cleaning robot, and leaned back on his office chair.
Stuck, huh. This time it's really a dead end...
Even after all the fuss he made to add ten billion in combat strength, circling Night City ended up yielding zero monsters, and the gas money alone for the sports car ran him tens of thousands, seriously...
Well, alright, honestly, this is just the typical state of Monster Company employees.
Just look at the mechanisms of their competitor, the Collectors Association, you'd get it—Monster Company is basically analogous to those luxury industries dealing in 'antique' appraisal, collectible preservation, and art auctioning.
