Summoning Members (Two-in-one, seeking monthly votes)

At that moment, Natasha was leaning back in her chair. One of the man's subordinates had just slapped her hard across the face, but she did not care in the slightest.

A general looked at Natasha mockingly and said, "Tonight isn't quite what I expected."

Natasha looked at him and said, "I know what you were expecting."

"Trust me, this is better."

The general looked at Natasha and said, "Who do you work for?"

"Is it Lermontov?"

"Does he think we still need to go through his orders before we can ship our goods?"

At that moment, one of his men walked over beside Natasha and shoved the chair backward, leaving it on the verge of tipping over at any second. Natasha was on a rooftop; from this height, any ordinary person who fell would certainly die on the spot.

Seeing the threat, Natasha quickly answered, "Isn't General Sologub in charge of the export business?"

When Natasha answered the question, the subordinate stopped what he was doing.

Hearing that name, the general said with some disdain, "Sologub? He's just a middleman. A front."

"Your outdated intelligence has ruined you."

Then he looked Natasha up and down and said, "The famous Black Widow is nothing but a pretty vase."

Hearing him praise her as a vase, Natasha asked, "Do you really think I'm pretty?"

The general did not look at Natasha. Instead, he turned and walked toward the rack of restraints, saying as he went, "Tell Lermontov he needn't trouble himself."

"Tell him he's finished."

"Though you may only be able to write it down for him."

At that moment, the general picked up a pair of pliers from among the torture instruments, while the subordinate beside him walked over with great familiarity and pried Natasha's mouth open. It seemed this