The glowing chains were tightly wrapped around the woman's shoulders, neck, waist, abdomen, wrists, and even ankles, digging deep into her flesh.
The skin on the woman's neck was already chafed raw by the rough edges, and the congealed blood drew several glaring dark red streaks on her pale skin.
Looking at the man's appearance, Qianjie felt a surge of intense nausea and anger.
The figure moved slightly, and the short golden hair stood out conspicuously in the extremely dim light.
Sister Qian walked to the corner of the solitary confinement cell and groped around, then turned on the only fixed light source on the table with a click—an adjustable desk lamp.
The beam of light pierced the darkness instantly, striking precisely the young woman curled up in the chair.
Stimulated by the bright light, the woman instinctively turned her head to avoid the blinding light, but the binding spell on her body restricted her movements.
The stark white light clearly outlined her features: deep, sculpted Western features, a high nose bridge, and pale, bloodless lips.
Even in this disheveled state, her gaze, after an initial moment of confusion, quickly focused, fixing intently on her approaching mother through the blinding beam of light.
There was no fear in those eyes, only a cold, almost icy alienation and hatred that seemed to freeze the air.
Sister Qian was stung by that familiar gaze, and a surge of anger rose within her, burning her cheeks: "I advise you not to try anything funny."
Her daughter had been locked up for several days and nights, so she shouldn't be able to come up with anything new.
Before detaining her, she even searched her body and showed Valerie all the items her daughter cherished, using up many tracking talismans to achieve this situation.
"Why do you have to throw your eggs against a rock when you have a good life to live?" Sister Qian spat at her daughter and cursed her for being so useless.
Then she took a sudden step forward, her voice hoarse and shrill, and roughly grabbed her daughter's chin, forcing her to face the bright light. "I'm asking you one last time! You bastard! That damned Xi Xi, what weapons does she have? What kind of vehicle does she drive? How much supplies does she have? What are her combat habits? What are her weaknesses?"
Every question was like a stone thrown from a catapult, hurled hard at her daughter's face.
If she hadn't secretly looked at her daughter's chat history that day, she would still be completely in the dark about this little brat. No wonder she was able to get the so-called "escape route map"—it turns out there was someone behind her!
The blonde woman was forced to tilt her head back, fine beads of cold sweat seeping from her forehead and hair: "So, you stole my escape map... and sold it around to claim credit?!"
"So what if it is?" Sister Qian said dismissively, seemingly unimpressed by her daughter's slowness. "What stealing? I gave you your life, and you dare to talk to me about what's yours and mine? Ridiculous."
The blonde woman stopped speaking, gave a bitter smile, and her face showed pain.
"Don't play dumb with me! I know you know her!" Sister Qian started acting hysterically again. "Speak!"
The bright light caused the blonde woman's eyes to well up with tears. She bit down hard on the soft flesh inside her lower lip until she tasted blood.
Her chin was pinched so hard it hurt, the bones cracking, but she remained silent, meeting her mother's angry eyes with a mocking gaze, as if to say: Don't waste your energy.
"Good! Good! Good!" Sister Qian said "good" three times in a row, each syllable sounding like ice shards squeezed out from between her teeth, her facial muscles twitching uncontrollably with twisted anger.
She abruptly released her grip on her daughter's chin, the force so great that the girl's body swayed.
She turned back to the small table and roughly pulled open a drawer.
The metal drawers scraped harshly in the empty solitary confinement room.
Inside the drawer was a simple set of tools—several alloy screwdrivers of different sizes, a metal scraper with its edges sharpened to an exceptionally sharp point, and the longest, thinnest, hardened steel needle that gleamed with a cold, eerie light.
Sister Qian's fingers paused briefly above the cold tools before finally and precisely pinching the thinnest steel needle.
Under the stark white light of the desk lamp, the tip of the needle seemed to gather a chilling, unsettling star...
Meanwhile, in the command room of the main ship, the atmosphere was extremely tense.
As the distance closed, the edge of the pixel map on the central control screen clearly revealed the graphic of a massive vehicle.
It remained ahead, still moving, seemingly oblivious to the menacing fleet behind it.
Tritans's thick, hairy arm slammed down on the control panel with a dull thud.
"Lock on! X11 is ahead! All fleet, listen up, track at top speed!" he roared, his voice torn apart by extreme excitement and greed, his tone distorted and deformed.
The roar of the engine came through the thick bulkhead with a dull thud, as if the submarine had been given a hard push by an invisible giant hand, and everyone involuntarily leaned back slightly.
The dark scene rushing past the window was briefly illuminated by the dark blue wake before being swallowed up in an instant.
Then, a massive and unexpected outline silently appeared in the sea ahead—
Its shape was quite different from what they had expected; instead of the pressure-resistant streamlined design of Clinton's high-class submarines, it resembled more of a…
A multi-story luxury motorhome that can freely travel underwater?!
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