You said you didn't hit women, so where did all these injuries on me come from?
Agata pursed her lips but ultimately said nothing, her cold nature keeping the words inside. As a prisoner, she knew her place very well and understood that it was best to speak less at a time like this.
"So, which one did you choose?"
Russell paused slightly as he spoke. Amid the layers of darkness sealing the area off, one person's presence had disappeared.
He did not care much. Reincarnators had countless tricks, and an S-Class Reincarnator surely had some life-saving trump card. He continued speaking to Agata. "Personally, I don't recommend picking the first option. You may be outstanding, but my heart already belongs to someone. Give up—you can't have me."
Agata offered no response. She had seen plenty of shameless men and was used to them... though one this shameless was indeed rare.
That was simply her personality, and she said bluntly, "What do you want?"
"That depends on what you have. Take out the good stuff in your Space Ring and let me have a look."
As Russell spoke, he took out his phone and attached the Left Hand of the Divine Throne to it. He activated the camera and flashed it at Agata. "You're a smart woman. You should know what to do to save face. Don't force me to get serious, or your download count will be astonishing."
"..."
A flash of anger passed through Agata's eyes. When she looked up and saw the camera aimed at her, she immediately glared at Russell.
Bang!
A heavy blow struck her forehead. Agata's vision swam, and she shook her head to dispel the dizziness before raising it again, her gaze still defiant.
Bang!
There was no cartoon effect of two bumps