Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

The tip of the knife was already right under Sun Ying's eyes. Sun Ying was so frightened that she closed her eyes and screamed, "I'll talk! I'll talk, Mister! I'll talk. Put the knife down. Put the knife down…"

Sun Ying's memory was not bad. In addition, she had undergone special training in the clubhouse. She had to remember every word that the customers around her said. It was precisely because of this that Sun Ying's performance was not bad. In addition, she had a good appearance and a temperament. A month later, she became a target for special training. She had even become the clubhouse's advertising tool.

However, she could only pick out and remember the important things that her customers said. She could not remember everything else.

Sun Ying said what she remembered and what she was most moved by.

The middle-aged man was just scaring her. When he saw that she really recited it, a hint of surprise flashed past his eyes.

Heh, this woman really had some ability. No wonder the boss said that he could pick her to do something.

"Then tell me, how do you plan to take revenge? Ye Jian is in the limelight now. As for you, you're accompanying one customer today and another customer tomorrow. In the past, you were the one who looked down on Ye Jian the most. Now, it's Ye Jian's turn to look down on you. What if one day, you're accompanying a customer outside while she's on duty in her military uniform? Sun Ying, aren't you afraid? Are you really willing to see that happen?"

She would never be able to accept it!

At first, Ye Jian was the one being stepped on. Now, it was her turn!

How could she accept this?!

Sun Ying, who was frightened by the knife, didn't dare to be rash anymore. She didn't dare to answer easily either, especially when the sharp knife was swaying in front of her eyes. She was even more afraid.

"Miss Sun, you'd better answer me when I ask you. If not… I'll use this knife to draw lines on your face." As he spoke, the middle-aged man pressed the sharp tip of the knife against Sun Ying's cheek. "This is an unused Swiss military knife. If you're so uncooperative, I don't mind you showing this knife some blood today."

The sharp knife was pressed against her. The cold and sharp touch made Sun Ying's heart jump into her throat. She was so afraid that her entire body was trembling. She didn't dare to scream. She was afraid that if she screamed, the muscles on her face would move and… the knife would scratch her face.

"I'll cooperate. I'll cooperate…" Sun Ying, whose fingers were trembling from fear, said softly, "Mister, please… remove the knife, okay?"

"That's unnecessary. I think you'll feel more comfortable if we talk like this. Tell me, are you willing?"

"I can't accept it. I…" As soon as she spoke, the muscles on her face twitched. Sun Ying, who immediately felt the pain, was so frightened that her tears flowed. When she opened her mouth again, she was crying. "I can't accept it, but what can I do? I don't know how to pay you either. I can't do anything. I can't do anything at all."

How could she take revenge?

What could she use to take revenge now?

Ye Zhifan was dead. Her strongest backer had fallen. Even Ye Zhifan had fallen. How could she take revenge?

"That's right. If you had answered like this earlier, our conversation would have been much smoother." The middle-aged man was just scaring Sun Ying. He wanted to push her out to do something. It wouldn't be good if she was scared out of her wits. Hence, he kept his knife and replied, "It's simple. We'll help you."

They would help her?

Sun Ying seemed to have seen a light flash past her eyes. She raised her head abruptly. When her gaze landed on the Swiss Army knife that had yet to be retracted, she lowered her head.