After saying that, as if he had remembered something, John turned to glance at Laiya, who looked bewildered. He smiled faintly, but his tone brooked no argument:
"Laiya, go outside first. There are some things I need to discuss properly with Ms. Sellviya, and they aren't convenient for you to hear."
"..."
Laiya did not obey. Instead, she hesitantly looked at Sellviya, who was kneeling on the ground. Seeing this, John immediately understood and smiled as he shook his head at her.
"It's fine. She can't hurt me. Don't worry."
"..."
Laiya said nothing, merely knitting her brows tightly.
Then, as if she had thought of something, her eyes lit up. Under John's astonished gaze, she stepped up to Sellviya and placed both hands on her shoulders.
"Crack!"
The scalp-crawling sound of joints dislocating immediately rang out inside the tent. Sellviya, who had already been kicked hard enough to cough up blood, instantly turned deathly pale.
But Laiya ignored her miserable state and thoughtfully shifted her gaze to Sellviya's legs. Just as she was about to dislocate those as well, John hurriedly stopped her.
"That's enough, that's enough. This is enough. Don't worry, Laiya. I have trump cards too."
"..."
Laiya tilted her head. She had wanted to say that this person was dangerous; even with both hands dislocated, she could still easily kill an elite infantry soldier.
But after recalling John's identity, she seemed to understand something and suddenly came to a realization. She stopped insisting. Amid John's awkward smile and Sellviya's resentful glare, she saluted John, then obediently walked out of the tent.
"...Although there were some minor mishaps, Ms. Sellviya, shall we return to our previous topic?"
Looking at Sellviya's gloomy expression and wary eyes, John could not help sighing inwardly.
Well, after that little interruption, the