1941, In Cahoots
"I have hundreds of ways to deal with you. This is just the simplest one. If you can't handle this, how are we supposed to continue later?"
Mu Xue listened to his voice with a hint of laughter, almost imagining how wicked the face behind the sunglasses must be.
"Want me to prepare some new tricks for you?"
The person in front of her pulled out a short blade from the right boot, and subtly waved it in front of Mu Xue:
"Do you see the triangular grooves on this blade? If this were to stab down, your blood would flow out through this cut entirely. If you want to bleed someone dry, this blade is perfect because they will watch their blood run out and then die in despair..."
"Ahhh! Stop talking, I agree, I agree with you!"
Mu Xue had always been timid, and being frightened like this made her terrified.
She agreed without a second thought.
"That's better. If you agreed earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer like this."
