"You've got guts, aren't you afraid I'll shoot?"
His voice carried a hint of amusement, dark and hoarse, as if deliberately lowered.
Only then did Yishui remember that she was disguised as a man, and she snorted coldly.
"You don't dare; killing these two people was already a big risk. I'm using a silenced pistol, but the ones in your hand will surely attract the Japanese's pursuit. So, which faction are you?"
The man seemed surprised by her reaction, but her voice displeased him.
"You're quite effeminate, short and skinny, and your voice is so thin too,"
"Why so much chit-chat? Which faction are you?"
"You've already killed the Japanese, and you're still asking which faction I'm from. If I were Japanese, would you have a way out right now? Do other factions matter?"
Anyway, they're all resisting Japan, it's indeed not important. She thought for a moment and decisively handed the intelligence she held to him.
