"How much better it would have been if you had left back then"
The whale's voice was like thunder, but with a hint of gentleness.
Miao Zhiquiao clutched her knife, raised her eyes and said: "Now there's no need to leave."
Behind Shentu Hongye were three specially crafted short spears. Holding one in his hand, he carried an air of presence without rushing to attack, actually intending to flaunt his rare mastery and, as the victor, look down on and toy with the defeated. He laughed and said:
"To face death gracefully is praiseworthy."
"I rather admire you. How about this: if you're willing to strike the first blow on this whale, I'll spare your life, a deal well worth it."
Several gazes fell upon Miao Zhiquiao.
The woman placed one foot on the ship's edge, raised her eyebrows, flipped her middle finger and cursed:
"You talk nonsense!"
"With your tiny needle, you think I'll listen to you? I spit on it!"
