Hellen again exhaled cigarette smoke from her respiratory tract. "My years of experience in the middle of the battlefield have given me strange abilities. One of them is that I can tell what people are talking about just from looking at the movements of their lips. Because I have treated several patients who have lost their vocal cords due to being cut by sharp objects, as well as holes from the shot of a bullet. There are also those who lose their vocal cords after inhaling too much cannon-shrapnel through their mouths, so they can only move their lips to speak to me.
Angeline nodded slowly and turned back to glance at the three men. Angeline chose not to pay attention to them and took a sip of the orange juice in front of her. "Don't worry, they don't bother us directly anyway."
"Maybe it is for you, but for me, I really don't like people like them."
"Then, what are you gonna do?"
