Chapter 1993
Chapter 1993: Intimidation vs. Interrogation (Part 1)
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Flossie Wright wasn’t very lucky. As soon as she arrived at the village entrance, a torrential rain poured down, the raindrops as big as beans crashing down forcefully.
She hadn’t brought a hat when she came out. Flossie looked up at the sky, then quickened her pace.
With some careful maneuvering, she shook off the two guards at the village entrance and slipped inside smoothly.
Ten minutes later, Flossie stopped a local villager in his tracks.
The villager was dragging firewood, completely soaked through, having just come down from the mountains. It seemed he had taken a fall along the way, with quite a bit of mud smudged on his clothes.
The villager was startled by her sudden appearance.
Flossie’s condition wasn’t much better.
She was lightly dressed, just a short sleeve and a jacket, the clothes thin as they were, got soaked through in no time from the pouring rain. Luckily, her clothes were all black, so the wet spots weren’t too noticeable.
After glancing around, Flossie casually revealed a military knife, scaring the villager, then raised an eyebrow at him, "I’m lost. Can I borrow a place to stay?"
Flossie spoke in the local language, and even used the dialect, ensuring the villager could understand clearly.
The villager was quite frightened by her sudden appearance and feared the military knife in her hand, so he nodded hastily.
Flossie’s lips curved into a smile, the amusement in her eyes faint, yet she didn’t put away the knife.
𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
The villagers here have long lived in famine and fear; even though she’s the only one with a knife, while they might be scared, they definitely would dare to fight for their lives.
On a stormy day like this, having finally found a target, Flossie didn’t want to be tricked by her target.
Having the villager lead the way, Flossie casually played with the military knife, avoiding the revolutionary army patrolling the village, and followed the villager to his home.
It was a very dilapidated house.
Not built with red bricks, purely made of earth bricks piled together. Who knows how long it had been standing; overall, it was in ruins, looking to Flossie not much different from a dangerous building.
There were three rooms in total, one serving as a hall with a bed set up in it, one as a bedroom with limited space, and one extremely dilapidated, considered half a kitchen.
The household had two people in total.
One was the villager, estimated to be over forty, looked older than he probably was, and the other was his daughter, a local girl, just thirteen or fourteen, timid and introverted. As soon as she saw Flossie, she ran far away, hiding in the bedroom and refusing to come out.
Once inside, the villager stood nervously on the spot, cautiously observing Flossie, clearly wary of her.
"I mean no harm."
Flossie put away the military knife, not explaining too sincerely.
The villager remained rigidly standing, his eyes quickly darting around, searching for something that could be used as a weapon.
A dull sound abruptly echoed.
The military knife in Flossie’s hand earlier now struck into the wooden table amidst a casual gesture as she raised her hand.
The villager instinctively shivered, immediately showing more panic in his gaze towards Flossie.
"Dare to divulge my whereabouts, and I guarantee you won’t see your child again," Flossie’s smile widened, but the danger emanating from her was palpable, sending shivers down one’s spine. "I don’t want to kill you, but you have to give me some intelligence."
The villager’s mouth twitched, finally responding with a trembling voice.
"So," Flossie walked leisurely to the table, raised her hand, and extracted the military knife from the old table. Her wrist flicked slightly, then she spoke gravely, "Where is their stronghold?"
— End of Chapter 1993 —