Chapter 1354 Our Own People (1/2)

When the chef heard Han Sen's question, she stared at him but did not speak a word.</p>

With the serrated edge of the horn, Han Sen dug a little deeper into her throat. The shredded skin of her neck began to ooze droplets of blood, which rolled down to her shoulders.</p>

”Don't try my patience!” Han Sen feigned anger and impatience for any resistance she might give.</p>

”Then kill me, if that is what you wish.” The chef spoke with a chilling tone, without a single hint of her words being a bluff. She was not afraid of dying in the least.</p>

Of course, Han Sen still hoped to extract information; he wanted whatever she might have known about Han Jinzhi. Killing her was the last thing he wished to do, for this very reason, and this reason alone.</p>

He decided to soften his tone and try to insert a touch of friendliness into his approach, and so he told her, ”I only want to about your relation to Han Jinzhi. If you answer, and tell me what I want to know, you are free to go.”</p>

But her mouth remained firmly shut, prompting Han Sen to elaborate on the specifics of what he ultimately wished to ask. He said, ”I want to know if you're a friend or foe of Han Jinzhi.”</p>

”We... hate each other. We hate each other very much. You are clearly an ally or thrall of his, so stop talking.” The chef spoke with a tone that was laden with spite and disdain, and her eyes drilled holes into the young man in front of her.</p>

If the man before the bark door of the underground shelter's entrance was a follower of Han Jinzhi, what she said now suggested that she might have killed him herself.</p>

Seeing the chef speak with a muzzled rage, it looked like Han Jinzhi must have done something awful to her.</p>

”Why do you think I'm with him?” Han Sen asked.</p>

”You two share the same race,” the chef said.</p>

Han Sen smiled and said with a laugh, ”Oh, you've misunderstood things a great deal! We are humans, yes, but our race has a grander population than even you lot, if I were to wager. That doesn't mean we're all the same, though. So, what makes you think I'm a friend of Han Jinzhi?” Han Sen did his best to explain things as simply as he could.</p>

The chef looked at Han Sen with confusion, and she stuttered to ask, ”Is what you say true?”</p>

”I'll be honest with you; I'm not a friend of Han Jinzhi. In fact, I am his enemy. If you dislike Han Jinzhi as much as your behavior suggests you do, then you and I have a common goal.” Han Sen put his horn away and put on an expression of apology.</p>

Then, Han Sen continued to heal her wounds before touching her once more with the egg.</p>

”You really do have a bone to pick with Han Jinzhi, too?” the chef asked.</p>

Han Sen brought her over to a nearby tree to resume the healing, and as he touched her wounds, he said, ”If I was a friend of his, you'd be dead right now. I risked life and limb to save you; you know that, don't you?”</p>

The chef examined her own body, and although the healing was a fairly slow process, she could tell she was improving.</p>