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Aidan walked casually towards the person bound to the chair, the bottle in his hand shimmering in the dim light. His steps seemed deliberately slow, each one filled with dramatic flair. Arriving in front of the person, he took a deep sip of the alcohol, then with a slightly cynical smile, as if savoring the moment of dominance, he said, "Finally willing to talk now?" His eyes sparkled with cunning. His hand reached out gently, beginning to tidy the person's disheveled hair. His movements were playful, as if teasing an injured animal. His fingers carefully combed through, pushing the hair to one side, each touch gentle yet carrying an undeniable threat.
Afterwards, Aidan's hand moved to the person's clothes, gently smoothing out the wrinkles. His fingers slid over the fabric, adjusting the collar and tidying the cuffs. All of these actions seemed very meticulous, like a gentleman making final preparations for his evening attire, but in this situation, it revealed a sense of irony and unusualness.
Aidan leaned in close to the person's ear and half-jokingly, half-threateningly said, "Bro, couldn't you have done this earlier? Look at all the trouble we've gone through, we're tired, and you're in pain too!" His tone was casual, as if implying that all of this was just a game to him.
Aidan's eyes sparkled with a hint of cruel pleasure as he aimed the mouth of the bottle at the person tied to the chair. The person's eyes were filled with panic and helplessness as he tried to squirm, but the ropes bound him tightly, leaving him nowhere to escape.
Aidan's hand suddenly flipped, and the liquor rushed into the person's mouth like a flood. The strong taste of alcohol immediately exploded in his mouth, stimulating his taste buds and throat. The person tried to resist, coughing, trying to spit out the liquid, but Aidan acted extremely quickly and resolutely continued to pour the alcohol.
The man's face contorted, showing extreme discomfort and pain. His tears mixed with alcohol, sliding down his cheeks. Amidst coughing, there were choking moans, and his body trembled violently, trying to resist the forced drinking. But Aidan had no mercy, coldly observing it all with a hint of cruel smile on his lips.
Finally, Aidan stopped the bottle, causing the man to cough even harder, as if on the brink of suffocation. His eyes were filled with despair and pleading, but Aidan seemed unmoved, just coldly watching, enjoying the feeling of control and dominance.
Aidan stood in front of the person bound to the chair, coughing in pain, with a hint of contempt and mockery in his eyes. He watched as the person struggled under the influence of strong liquor, the intense coughing seemingly unrelenting. The person's face showed unmistakable agony, their shoulders twitching, each cough accompanied by a desperate struggle for air. Aidan observed it all, a sardonic smile playing on his lips, as if enjoying a splendid performance. Then, sneering disdainfully, his voice filled with indifference and impatience: "Not thirsty now, are you? Speak up quickly!" His tone carried an unmistakable threat, as if reminding the person that if they didn't cooperate swiftly, they would face even harsher treatment.
Meanwhile, Saul leaned against a nearby tool cabinet, his body assuming a relaxed posture, as if the entire scene had nothing to do with him. His gaze was indifferent as he watched the person's painful struggle, while his fingers unconsciously fiddled with something. His fingertips occasionally scraped the dirt from under his nails, seemingly searching for something to distract his attention. His movements seemed effortless, yet each scrape revealed a casual cruelty.
The man appeared even more helpless under the gaze of the two Interstellar Pirates, his eyes shifting in fear and despair. The sound of his coughing formed a sharp contrast with Aidan's cold sarcasm. The air seemed filled with a sense of oppression and despair, while Aidan and Saul displayed their cruelty and indifference in this atmosphere, ignoring the man's suffering.
Tears of despair filled the man's eyes, his face contorted, revealing deep helplessness and pain. Faced with the threats and mockery of Aidan and Saul, he seemed to summon a last bit of courage from the depths of his heart, a desperate resistance. His teeth clenched, and despite the strong burning sensation of the liquor in his throat, he struggled to make his voice sound firm and full of resentment.
"There are a total of five hundred people inside the supply station," he said with a determined and mocking tone, each word carrying weight. "Even if we don't count the external defense system of the supply station sinking your ship first, the five hundred people inside, with just a mouthful of water each, could drown the four of you alive." His words were full of provocation towards Aidan and Saul, as if telling them that even in such a desperate situation, he would not easily submit.
His gaze suddenly became firm and challenging, glaring angrily at Aidan, as if wanting to demonstrate his resilience and resistance through this final stare-down. The blood at the corner of his mouth intertwined with a bitter smile, showing a heroic resilience and stubbornness in the face of exhaustion. This smile carried a challenge to fate and seemed to be mocking the two Interstellar Pirates in front of him.
In this tense standoff, the man's words not only revealed the specific situation of the supply station, but also showed his helplessness and resistance in despair. Every word of his seemed to tell Aidan and Saul that even in the face of absolute fear and threat, he still had an indomitable spirit. Although his attitude seemed helpless, it contained strong determination and resistance, showing that even in the depths of despair, human nature can still radiate the final strength and light.
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