Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Minutes later, when it was clear they were safe, the remaining few in the car also came over.

"Quite the sight, isn't it," Yeyeber remarked briefly as he looked at the four individuals in the car who were tightly bound by vines, almost passing out.

"If Xie Lian hadn't cut a few of the vines, two of them would probably have suffocated by now," Valke shook his head.

"Should we interrogate them? Feels like we could get quite a bit of information," Gulomo stroked his chin.

"Interrogation is a rather complex business though, if the other side gives us false information and intel, it could be more hazardous than not knowing at all," Yalian expressed concern.

"Too bad Teacher N isn't willing to make a move, someone as experienced as him would definitely know how to torture the enemy," Ximu knocked on the heads of two of them with the butt of his gun, as if checking if they were a bit more conscious.

"Isn't interrogation just about beating them up? Is it really that hard?" Kinsenke spoke carelessly, not really caring whether they got the truth or not, as long as he could vent his frustrations.

"Unfortunately, we don't have any aspiring detective or interrogators in our society, not really our forte," Ximu shrugged his shoulders, shaking his wine-red hair.

"I'll ask them," Tilan, who had been quiet for a while, spoke up, which surprised many as the image of the young girl hardly matched that of a ruthless interrogator.

"Certainly not professional, but I can make out some things because I'm from the Withering Sequence." As a Transcendent Sequence specialist in Soul Consciousness, she could indeed identify simple lies, and in most cases, that would suffice, especially since not everyone has professional training, particularly gang members in such wildlands.

"Looks like we need to prepare a special environment for our dear President," Yalian pushed his glasses up, a mysterious light flashing by, giving Tilan a bad premonition.

And so, minutes later.

A polished black wooden chair was placed in the middle of the desert, its neat and smooth surface so out of place with the surrounding environment. Behind the chair, a large parasol tilted, shielding from the dim Sunshine overhead.

Under the parasol, a dark-haired girl sat with crossed legs, one hand on the armrest and the other propped against her head, as per Yalian's suggestion. Her delicate legs, covered in dark grey, nearly black stockings, were outlined by the fabric; her shoe tips half-exposed to the Sunshine, casting faint shadows.
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"Yes, just like that, Yalian is really something else, a different class of aesthetic," Gulomo offered sincere admiration as he looked at Tilan's posture.

"Really hits the spot, she's got the charm and intimidation of a gangster's daughter," Ximu applauded silently to himself.

The others, like Phyllis and Xie Lian, didn't speak, but their gazes couldn't help sneaking over several times, as if committing the moment to memory.

"It's a pity we're missing a burly member. If we had someone like Valke, dressed in a black suit and sunglasses, standing behind Tilan, it would be perfect."

"If we don't have the size, we'll make up for it with numbers," Yalian commented with a tinge of regret.

Listening to their words, the girl sitting in the chair felt helpless and wasn't sure how to respond to them.

"Aren't you done thinking? Holding this pose feels weird," her previous etiquette teacher had told her that crossing legs was very unladylike.

"Alright, later the four of us will stand by your side, and you just pretend we're your enforcers. You have to maintain the authoritative air of a demanding young gang mistress. Your speech can't be as gentle as usual; use harsh, excessive words. Let me think... if Tilan finds it difficult, we can take over for her. That can also highlight the presence of a gangster daughter. But remember, no whispering; you must come across as commanding, commanding!" Yalian repeated, emphasizing the point while the others around him nodded eagerly, looking forward to the act.

"I got it, sigh," she touched her forehead, feeling relieved that Deloris wasn't there; she was tending to the other injured members in the car.

Soon, the foursome donned the sunglasses Kinsenke passed out; Valke, Yalian, Kinsenke, and Gulomo stood erect on either side of the girl. Xie Lian and Ximu, meanwhile, dragged an enemy, still dazed, before her.

A bottle of water was poured on his head, the coldness snapping him to clearer consciousness, followed by a kick to his back that sent him sprawling forward. As he struggled to get up, the two men came up behind him, pressing down on his shoulders so he could only see the tips of those shoes exposed to the Sunshine. The shoes led upward to slim, graceful legs clothed in dark grey stockings, but his line of sight was blocked by the black skirt's hem, and no matter how he shifted his vision, he couldn't see what lay beneath it, as if she was well-prepared.

"Where do you think you're looking?" A heavy hand slapped the back of his head and then pressed down, forcing him to bow.

"Cough cough..." Apparently choked by the dust from the ground, he coughed and sneezed.

"Miss, this guy doesn't seem to be fully conscious; how about we off him and bring up someone else for questioning?" Not long after speaking, a gun barrel was pressed against his head, hard and slightly warm, and he almost fancied he could hear the trigger being pulled, which made him shudder.

"No, no, no! I know everything, ask me, I'm the best person to ask, I know more than anyone else, I'll talk easily, I'm not tough!" Driven by the instinct to survive, he rattled off his plea like a machine gun.