"Mr. Montaigne, you seem to misunderstand the situation. It's not me begging you, but you needing to hand over my belongings in exchange for your life." The woman in black's tone began to turn icy, "If you don't cooperate, I don't mind killing you first and then searching manually. Hand over my dagger!"
With the experience of last time, Winters had no doubt that the woman in black could kill him without hesitation. This woman seemed to have no psychological barrier to taking a life; that night's encounter was filled with strikes aimed directly at Winters's vital points.
But Winters's reason was warning him: even if you return everything to the woman in black, she will still shoot you in the head and then vanish.
The key was what the woman in black truly wanted. Was it the dagger? Obviously not. If she really cared about the dagger, she wouldn't have thrown it away.
