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Aidan Keane's eyes carried a hint of drunkenness, appearing somewhat blurry and impatient. His hand clumsily fumbled behind his back for something. Meanwhile, the person tied to the chair, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, cried out in a sharp contrast to his despair. His voice trembled and pleaded, "Please, I really don't know anything..." This sentence seemed to encapsulate all his fear and helplessness.
Aidan lightly furrowed his brow, seemingly disappointed by this response. He responded helplessly, "How could you possibly know nothing! We didn't come all the way to this remote galaxy to find you just for fun." With a hint of mockery in his tone, he seemed to find some amusement in this serious atmosphere. "We only need the defense information for the supply station, it's not that complicated." His words were casual and direct, as if reminding the other of the importance of cooperation.
Next, Aidan took out a few small knives from behind his waist, the blades shimmering in the dim light. At that moment, Saul Tannis, his red skin standing out prominently in the dimness, seemed somewhat weary of the scene before him, yet playfully remarked, "The same move again? I'm sure to beat you!" His voice carried a hint of provocation and anticipation.
Aidan chuckled, responding with a hint of nonchalance, "Throw first, then talk!" His voice was relaxed and confident, as if this upcoming little game was both familiar and amusing to him. The interaction between the two, even in such a tense situation, seemed somewhat lighthearted and humorous, as if they were accustomed to this way of life, considering it a part of their adventurous journey.
Aidan played with a shiny little knife, his technique skilled and practiced, like a seasoned swordsman. His smile carried a hint of provocation and disdain, as if issuing a silent challenge to Saul. As he handed the knife to Saul, his gaze seemed to say, "Let's see what you can do."
Saul took the knife, his movements light and agile, displaying an unusual confidence. His smile was relaxed and full of anticipation, as if this tense moment was just another form of entertainment for him. He turned slowly, his gaze sharp as he focused on the person bound to the chair. The knife in his hand spun lightly in the air, then suddenly accelerated, flying towards the target.
Flying knife cuts through the air, emitting a faint sound of breaking wind, like a sharp arrow shooting out. It passes over the person's head with astonishing speed and precision, the blade barely grazing his scalp by a few millimeters, as if the air itself had frozen. The man's hair lightly sways in the airflow of the Flying knife, as if some strands have been mercilessly cut off.
The sudden attack startles the man, and he screams in panic and despair, his eyes flashing with a plea for mercy: "Please don't! I beg you!" His face shows extreme fear, his whole body tense, as if he could collapse at any moment.
Aidan stood aside and witnessed the scene, a hint of surprise and admiration on his face. He murmured, "Impressive!" before taking a big gulp of his drink, feeling the heat of the alcohol churning in his throat. His gaze was somewhat blurry, but the smile on his lips became more apparent as he teasingly said to the startled person, "I can't even see your face clearly now, so if you have something to say, say it quickly!" With that, he picked up a small knife and began imitating Saul's previous actions, preparing for the next round of the challenge.
Although the atmosphere in this scene carried a hint of tension, the interaction between Aidan and Saul revealed a casual and playful ease. They seemed accustomed to this game of life and death, even finding some excitement and pleasure in it. However, for the person bound to the chair, it was undoubtedly a nightmare, with their fate hanging by a thread, at the mercy of the whims of these two Interstellar Pirates.
Aidan's hand holding the small knife trembled slightly, his eyes shimmering with cunning and anticipation. His posture indicated that he was about to unleash his terrifying Flying knife skill. The person tied to the chair suddenly felt the threat to his life. Fear and despair quickly alternated on his face, tears streaming down involuntarily as he pleaded with a trembling voice, "I'll say anything, please, don't do this anymore..." His plea was filled with helplessness, as if he knew that all of this was just a game to the pirates in front of him.
Aidan looked at this miserable scene, his brow slightly furrowed, a hint of disdainful smile on his lips. His tone was mocking and impatient, "How much do you not believe in my Flying knife technique!" His words were full of sarcasm, as if challenging the other person's limits of fear.
As this sentence fell, Aidan suddenly waved the knife in his hand. The small knife cut through the space like lightning, shooting towards the right ear of the person with an elusive speed and astonishing precision. As the flying knife grazed past the ear, the person's face turned pale instantly, a bone-chilling coldness ran from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. His scream revealed extreme fear and disbelief.
The blade finally left a deep mark on the wall, emitting a crisp sound. While the man's screams had not completely faded, Aidan and Saul were already laughing heartily, their laughter echoing in the maintenance room, filled with contempt and mockery. The man trembled, his terrified gaze lingering on Aidan and Saul, his face filled with incredulity and despair, his mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately only let out a weak sigh.
Aidan and Saul are still immersed in their own game, seemingly oblivious to the pain and fear of others, just continuing to enjoy this thrilling "entertainment." In their eyes, this is just another day's work, another game they love.
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