"Could you... could you stop eating?"
Flying Eagle looked at Lizi. Honestly, he admired this petite girl immensely, and even more so, her bag—it seemed like a bottomless pit that could hold so many snacks.
"Because being held hostage by you is really boring," Lizi said frankly.
"Aren't you scared at all?" Flying Eagle was stunned for a while before instinctively asking.
Lizi blinked and said, "You're not really going to hurt me, are you? You're using the back of that blade, it's not sharp at all, so why should I be afraid?"
Flying Eagle chuckled and let go of Lizi, then looked around at the surroundings.
Unbeknownst to them, they had already reached the engine room at the bottom of the ship's cabin.
Flying Eagle shook his head and looked at Lizi, "Sigh, young lady, it's a shame you're too young, not my type, otherwise I might chase you."
"But I don't like the older man type," Lizi replied.
"I'm... I'm only twenty-seven!!" Flying Eagle protested.
