The remaining intruders looked at the lifeless body of their comrade, horrified by the brutal display. They hesitated for a moment, but finally, one of them, a tall, skinny man, spoke up, stammering, "I-I saw a man t-taking a girl with him. She was unconscious, and he was dragging her towards the south."
Mira looked at him, her eyes narrowed, assessing the truth in his words. However, the next moment, she flashed toward him and stomped on his windpipe before kicking his head like a soccer ball, causing it to explode.
"I said," Mira paused and looked at the rest of the intruders, the killing intent leaking out of her body increasing, "No lying."
The remaining men froze, not expecting Mira to be able to gauge whether they were telling the truth or not.
Three seconds quickly went by, but nobody spoke. They had already accepted their fate.
Mira wouldn't let them live even if they told her, so why should they say anything?
