Chapter 1291
Chapter 1291: Letting You Show Off (1)_1
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"Speak, how many more of you are lying in ambush?"
Speaking in Solama, Flossie Wright arched her eyebrows, her eyes brimming with an icy, bone-chilling murderous intent.
Her precise pronunciation and the impatience in her tone made it clear she wasn’t giving the other side much of a chance.
Realizing she was speaking their language, the pirate subconsciously froze, only to quickly recover and began cursing at her furiously.
It roughly meant: Shameless scum, what kind of hero resorts to sneak attacks...
After he had spewed a few sentences, Flossie grew even more impatient, with a raise of her hand, she stuffed the stinky sock back into his mouth.
With another raise of her hand, the Folding Military Knife flipped several times in her grasp, and following the momentum of her force, it plunged fiercely into the pirate’s thigh.
"I am giving you one more chance, speak or not?"
Squinting her eyes ever so slightly, Flossie’s expression was the epitome of indifference.
Ruthless, cold-blooded, bloodthirsty.
All semblance of calm vanished in an instant; what enveloped her was a terrifying aura that made one’s flesh crawl. The freezing cold temperature seemed as if she could drive the military knife into his throat at any moment.
The pain from his thigh radiated outward, causing the pirate to feel bouts of dizziness, with beads of cold sweat rolling down his temples.
Yet, with his mouth gagged, he couldn’t even scream, only managing feeble whimpers.
He could never have imagined that this soldier from Eastlandia would resort to such brutal measures!
"Nod if you are going to talk." Flossie pulled out the knife, looking indifferently at the pirate whose face was contorted with pain.
Watching her tensely and swallowing saliva, the pirate struggled violently inside his mind.
Speaking would doom his comrades; not speaking, he had no idea what means this female soldier might employ.
"You have three seconds."
Tired of waiting, Flossie said coldly, extending three fingers.
One second, one finger bent down.
Two seconds, two fingers bent down.
Three seconds—
"Mmmm... Mmmm..."
Not waiting any longer, the pirate noticed her increasingly cold gaze and nodded vigorously.
And in that instant he nodded, Flossie reached out and yanked the stinking sock from his mouth.
His face was covered in sweat, his eyes somewhat unfocused; the pirate looked at Flossie nervously while attempting a few words of warning, "You can’t kill prisoners."
Not getting to the point, wasting time!
"Who knows?"
Flossie asked leisurely, raising an eyebrow, as a chill suddenly flashed from the depths of her eyes.
The pirate staring at her was stunned, overcome by a powerful fear welling up from deep within, as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, seemingly ready to burst it at any moment.
The pirate took deep breaths and hurried to speak unclearly, "I’ll say it!"
Flossie was growing more and more impatient.
Taking a deep breath, the pirate’s gaze wandered around before he raised his voice, "Hel—"
Before he could say a word, Flossie’s hand shot to the major artery in his neck.
With one move, the pirate fell into unconsciousness.
Collapsing backwards.
Looking at the pirate who had fallen into a coma, Flossie massaged her temples with a headache, then irritably stuffed the stinky sock back into his mouth and began piling dry wood around him.
This was already the fourth one.
None were willing to spill the truth, each trying to call for help at the critical moment.
The problem was, Flossie Wright couldn’t go too far!
— End of Chapter 1291 —