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    This simple action left the seven men speechless, as well as the five who had just returned from their interrogation. They were all confused. None of them understood why Harlee was flipping through documents here.


    Ritchie ced a freshly brewed cup of coffee within easy reach of Harlee and then stood behind her, waiting silently for her orders.


    The dozen men swiftly realized Harlee held the authority in the room.


    Since their leader was taken away for questioning, the group was a disoriented mass, buzzing and chattering in anguage they assumed was foreign to Harlee and Ritchie.


    “Never thought a woman would hold the reins here. She looks like an easy target.


    As long as we keep our mouths shut, she won’t get a word out of us.”


    “The leader warned us about her, but I think he was just paranoid. This woman doesn’t look dangerous at all.”


    “She is such a stunning beauty.


    All I want is to possess her, not to cower before her…”


    The men spoke freely, discussing everything from suicide to refusing to give up Hale’s secrets, with crude jokes about women sprinkled throughout their conversation. In their arrogance, they believed no one around them could understand theirnguage.


    After their vilements, they even began plotting how they would massacre the soldiers here, determined to use theirst breath in service to Hale.


    They talked freely until their leader, barely clinging to life, was hauled back in. The sight of their leader brought a temporary halt to their bloodthirsty chatter.


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    “Sir, we have decided to sacrifice ourselves for Hale. We will kill every soldier here…” one of the men eagerly blurted out their scheme, only to be met with a sharp rebuke from the leader.


    “Idiots!” the leader snapped.


    Harlee was a linguist of unmatched caliber, her skills far surpassing Hale’s. Yet, these men were foolishly discussing their ns in their nativenguage, not considering that someone might understand them.


    The others wanted to argue, but Harlee spoke up in theirnguage more fluently than any of them.


    “I was trying to decide where to begin, but it seems you have already handed me a starting point.”


    Harlee’s smirk was icy as she nced at Ritchie.


    “Separate those who made the filthy remarks. I’ll invite them to a bloody little lesson.”


    “Understood,” Ritchie responded, purposefully using these men’snguage as he did.


    The dozen men, except the leader, stood frozen.


    Fear and unease twisted their expressions into masks of terror.


    Could it be the leader had been telling the truth all along? Was this woman truly a force far more terrifying than Hale ever could be?


    Ritchie swiftly selected thirteen people, leaving only two besides the leader of the group.


    The faces of the thirteen masked their fear as they boldly said, “Even if you kill us, we won’t disclose any information about Hale!”


    One swiftly chimed in, his words both for steeling himself and the others, “We pledge our loyalty to Hale until death. No matter how evil your tactics are, we will not break!”


    Not wanting their apprehension to show, one of them taunted, “Are you really trying to kill us just for our jokes? Gee! It seems this is how little Mogluylia can tolerate…”


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