“I-I’ll talk!” a man with a scar on his face shouted. “Spare me!”
“Look at you—screaming like a girl.” Lyall sneered. “Were you hoping that someone would hear you? Sorry to disappoint you, but no one is coming. But since you annoy me, I’ll beat you up a bit more.”
“Sto—aargh!”
“No more!”
“I apologize!”
“Ahhh!”
“N-No more. Please!”
The man crumpled on the ground, with blood seeping from the corner of his lips.
A second later, Lyall’s foot stepped on the back of the man’s hand, further pinning him to the ground.
“Listen—I’ll give you only one chance, okay?” Lyall said. “If you lie, I’ll smash your head like a watermelon.”
Lyall then unceremoniously flipped the man’s body using her foot, making him look at her.
Tears and snot were already running down the man’s face, making even Conall, who was already used to his sister’s antics, shake his head helplessly.
“First, you tell me who your leader is,” Lyall asked.