Huh?

Looking at the woman in front of him, was she trying to exchange for food by giving him a titf*ck?

"Okay, give me a titjob first, then I'll give you food," Stark said casually.

As he said that, he took out a piece of bread from the unfinished bread pack on the ground.

"Hmm, then, honorable sir, please put the sword aside. I will come and serve you now."

The woman immediately became more enthusiastic after Stark agreed to her request. She rubbed her breasts and walked towards him.

Just as Stark placed the long sword in his hand on the ground, the approaching woman took out a fruit knife from somewhere and stabbed it directly at his abdomen!

At that moment, Stark saw the sneer on the woman's face. She had planned to kill him from the start!

Unfortunately, Stark's eyes were sharp. His hands moved swiftly, and even without the Sword of God in his hand, he still reached out with his hand!

PA!

A clear sound rang out.

Stark firmly held the woman's right hand that was holding the knife. At the same time, he looked at her and sneered.

He suddenly exerted force on his hand.

Crack!

"Argh!"

A scream of pain rang out.

The woman's wrist was completely crushed by Stark's grip. As he flung his hand away in disgust, the woman fell to the ground with a plop. Her right hand, which was holding onto the broken wrist, writhed in pain, and she kept screaming.

In this Doomsday era, unless it was a family member, even the best of friends could lie to you for a mouthful of food.

Not to mention a woman whose identity was unknown.

In fact, when the woman appeared, Stark had already begun to pay attention to her. The reason why he did not expose her was to see when she would show her fangs.

As expected, he caught her in the act!

He looked at the woman moaning on the ground.

Stark's eyes were indifferent as he picked up the Sword of God again and walked forward step by step.

"No... No, sir. Respected sir, please don't kill me!

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt you. I want to apologize! I was really wrong!"

The woman was immediately shocked. She kneeled on the ground again and kowtowed to Stark, pleading for mercy.

"Oh? You asked me not to kill you.

"What? Only you can hurt me, but not me?

"Had you really been willing to give me a titjob in the beginning, I would have given you two pieces of bread to fill your stomach.

"But... since you deliberately wanted to harm me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Stark walked in front of the woman indifferently, raised the Sword of God, and was ready to chop down.

The woman raised her head and was shocked.

She immediately slammed her head on the ground and shouted loudly, "No, sir, I was wrong! I was wrong!

"I was forced! A gang made us women deceive the passers-by, then kill them, and bring the food back to them. Otherwise, I wouldn't have deliberately harmed you!

"There are Transcendents among them. They said that if we brought back enough food, they would reward us with crystals to strengthen our bodies. Else, we would die.

"Sir, please let me go. I was really forced!"

The woman cried crazily and begged for mercy.

Oh?

Hearing the woman's begging, Stark's eyes narrowed slightly. Soon, he found a loophole in the woman's words.

"Then, if you truly were forced, when the bandits let you out to look for food, you could escape from their control.

"But you still chose to listen to them, killing passers-by and bringing food back to them.

"Why is that?

"Because they have spirit crystals in their hands, right? You also wanted to strengthen your body, so you agreed to their request.

"So, you weren't forced at all. You willingly cooperated with them!"

After saying all this, Stark looked at the woman kneeling on the ground and smiled coldly.

This sentence instantly caused her face to turn pale, and sweat started to drip down her face.

Every sentence that Stark said pointed out the truth.

He had laid bare the purpose she had originally wanted to hide.

"No... No, sir, I beg you not to kill me!"

The woman was flustered and began to shrink back.

However, seeing this...

Stark only smiled and continued.

"Don't worry, I don't want to kill you now.

"Because in the apocalypse, women with your talent are all scarce resources. Almost all the pretty ones are dead. It would be a waste to kill you just like that!

"So, I suddenly have another idea.

"I won't kill you, but you won't escape the punishment, either.

"I want to make good use of you and squeeze out all your remaining value.

"Woman, what's your name?"

Stark asked the woman on the ground.

"Answering to sir, my name is Caitlin."

Caitlin answered in a daze.

Stark's face revealed a thick, lewd smile as he directly reached out towards Caitlin.

"Come here, woman. Next, I want to let you experience what it means to feel so good that you're about to go crazy!"