"Sir, I think there might be some misunderstanding." The man standing opposite didn't even think before speaking up, not wanting to risk his life here.
"Is that so?"
"Indeed. Since you are interested in this woman, let's consider her a gift to you." He knew that Finn Lewis was unlikely to detonate this grenade here, but it was better to be safe than sorry. There were too many desperados on the Death Star, and even more outrageous incidents had occurred countless times.
"Let's go." After speaking, the man didn't give Finn a chance to respond. He gestured to his men and prepared to leave. His henchmen hesitated for a moment, then put away their weapons and began to drag up their still-living companion from the ground, following the man towards the exit.
"Wait." Finn called out instantly.
"What else do you want?" The man turned around, his face looking somewhat unsightly.
