"Stop, stop!" Yan Huan's scolding voice came from the phone placed beside her feet.
"What the hell are you doing? Stop it, hey!!"
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March 7th slowly lowered the hammer she had just raised and looked at the phone. "How did you know what I was doing? I don't have the video on."
"I knew something was wrong from that damned noise you were making!"
Yan Huan said seriously:
"Can't you think of a gentler method?"
"Like...?" March 7th raised an eyebrow.
"It doesn't have to involve pain," Yan Huan reminded her. "As long as it's stimulating enough. You're the smartest person on the Star Rail Express, so use that titanium-alloy brain of yours and think!"
"Stimulating?"
March 7th raised her head and gazed at the profound midnight sky above her, her CPU operating at full capacity.
"Stimulation besides pain..."
"I think I've grasped it a little."
She bent down, pulled the rivet out from between Boothill's teeth, and inserted it into the crack between the floor tiles beside his ear.
Then she grabbed the hammer and smashed it down hard on the rivet.
'Clang—!!'
The violent sound shook Boothill's eardrums, finally causing a ripple in his peaceful sleeping face.
"It worked!!"
Seeing this, March 7th was overjoyed. She immediately swung the hammer again, smashing the floor tiles beside Boothill's ear.
'Clang... clang...!!'
'Clang... clang... clang...!!'
'Clang...!!'
Boothill's brows furrowed slightly, as if he showed signs of waking up.
"Miss March really is a genius." A smile spread across March 7th's lips. She gripped the hammer with both hands and forcefully jumped high into the air.
"Hyah!"
The hammer fell from above and slammed viciously into the floor tiles.
'KRAKOOM—!!'
A thunderous boom rang out.
Everyone in the Sleepy Banana Society's base froze and instinctively looked toward the source of