The first time Ashan had encountered someone so unafraid of death, he sneered. "You look pretty stubborn! I just wonder whether you'll still be able to laugh in a moment. I'll give you ten minutes. Tell me everything you know, and perhaps I'll let you suffer a little less."
The woman looked around on her own, then said, "Is it just you? Where's your Assistant? I always thought the 'Butcher of Resisters' was a team!"
Ashan waved a hand before the woman's face. "I need you to answer my questions. First question: What is your name?"
The woman laughed. "You think I would..."
Smack!
Ashan slapped her across the face, forcibly cutting off her words. Once she came back to her senses, he said, "I asked for your name! Second question: Are you male or female?"
The woman froze. You still had to ask whether she was male or female? Couldn't he see her enormous breasts? Smack!
The other side of the woman's face swelled up as well. Then Ashan's voice came from behind the thick Black Crystal Armor. "You exceeded the time limit for answering. Third question..."
Before Ashan could finish asking, the woman snarled viciously, "Are you insane..."
Smack!
The woman received another slap. Ashan added, "Interrupting someone while they're speaking is impolite. Please be polite."
The woman finally understood. The fellow clad in Black Crystal Armor before her was an utterly unreasonable lunatic. She shrieked viciously, "Butcher 000, just you wait! I'll remember you, you bastard!"
Ashan reflexively swung another backhanded slap, but he hit nothing.
"???" Ashan stared at the empty rack, utterly baffled. Where had she gone? Just now, as the woman had spoken, the space around her had suddenly twisted. Then, like a Summoned Beast being sent away, she vanished in an instant.
Ashan