When he said this with a smile, the ferocity in his eyes was no joke. This proficiency in causing pain was as skilled as a butcher honed from decades of practice. Second Brother hadn't expected this woman to really be so heartless, slicing his hand repeatedly, each cut a stab in his heart too. And she seemed to have a knack for finding just the right spots, the ones that would hurt quickly and where he was most vulnerable.
The pain was intense, and he didn't know what she had put on the blade, but it made his whole body incredibly uncomfortable. He couldn't help but want to submit, and after thinking it over, he figured that those bastards had betrayed him anyway. Protecting them was useless now. It would be better to trade them for his own life, hoping this woman would keep her word.
With the chance of being reassigned, he wouldn't have suffered all that pain for nothing. So, gritting his teeth against the pain, he whispered: