"Right, come on, you can hit me now, and after that take me to the hospital. I'll rest for a few days, and when I come out, those guys should still be lying in the Medical Cabin, which means I'll have two more days of freedom than them."
Victor had a resigned and languid expression, having given up the struggle and bracing himself for a beating.
"If you had gone to great lengths to hide and then got caught by me, of course, I would have laid hands on you, but with that attitude of yours, I just can't muster the desire to do it."
Muria bent down, grabbed Victor's shoulder with one hand, and easily lifted him up.
"So what do you plan to do with me now?" Victor asked, tilting his head. He had adopted a nonviolent, nonresistant stance; if Muria wanted to hit him, he could just do it—Victor wouldn't resist, refusing to add to his amusement.
"Victor, do you really think I brought you all here just to change the scenery?" There was a hint of mysterious smile on Muria's lips.