"Cough cough…"
Eloise Torres spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, unbelievably turning back, only to see a Japanese stepping out from behind a large tree.
He was wearing a mask, a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice, "The samurai sword is 46 millimeters wide, 3.7 millimeters thick, made of Ten Thousand Forging Steel, indestructible."
"Your lung has been pierced."
"With a pierced lung, you won't die immediately, but you will gradually experience difficulty breathing."
"When your lungs fill with blood, that will be the most uncomfortable moment for you, just like suffocating."
He strode forward, kicking aside the handgun that Eloise Torres had dropped to the ground, then satisfied, he watched her, "You'd better not talk. Once you do, air will enter your lungs, causing the blood to flow into your chest faster."
"In that case, you will feel even more discomfort. You studied medicine, so you should know I'm not lying to you."