Chapter 52

Jack reached out and grabbed Freya's chin, forcing her to look at him.

Freya was forced to tilt her head back, her cold, stubborn eyes colliding head-on with Jack's unfathomable gaze. In Jack's eyes, she saw a kind of cold, mocking clarity that seemed to see straight through souls and lay bare all evil.

Freya's lips trembled slightly. She wanted to turn her head away, but that vice-like hand held her firmly in place, leaving her unable to move.

Finally, she closed her eyes in despair.

A tear rolled down from her beautiful eyes.

Jack froze.

What did this mean?

Was she willing to give up her virginity rather than tell him who was behind this?

You have to understand, women in Avalonia were still very conservative.

Especially women from ancient families like Freya, even more so.

They would consider their virginity more important than their own lives, which was why they would strip them of their virginity when they came of age, turning them into killing machines.

The purpose was to strip away their emotions.

And precisely because he knew this, Jack had used it to threaten her, but he hadn't expected that even this wouldn't scare her.

It wasn't that she wasn't scared.

Looking at Freya's slightly trembling body, Jack knew she was afraid.

But she would rather lose her virginity than reveal who sent her.

This kind of almost self-sacrificial "loyalty."

Truly worthy of being Nolan's daughter.

If it were any other ninja, Jack wouldn't care so much.

But she happened to be an old friend's daughter, and Jack really didn't know what to do with her.

"Shit."

Jack cursed under his breath, and the fingers gripping her chin unconsciously loosened a bit. Looking at Freya's expression of facing death with resolve, even carrying a sense of sacrificial despair, he shook his head helplessly.

"Wipe that saintly martyr look off your face."

Jack snorted coldly, suddenly releasing his hand, as if throwing away something hot, straightening up, and stepping back two paces.

Freya lost her support and collapsed weakly to the floor, her hands clutching her chest protectively, her body trembling violently from extreme tension and fear, waiting for the expected storm to arrive.

However, the anticipated assault didn't happen.

The room fell into a deathly silence, with only the occasional sound of wind from outside the window.

Freya opened her eyes in confusion, and through her blurry tears, she saw Jack standing a few steps away, his entire face obscured in smoke, looking somewhat irritated.

Jack picked up one of his own jackets from the bed and tossed it to Freya.

"Put on the clothes."

Jack's voice rang out again, but without the earlier mockery and threat, instead carrying a deep sense of helplessness.

Freya was completely stunned.

She stared blankly at Jack's broad back, her mind totally blank. He... he wasn't going to touch her?

Was that tense, humiliating atmosphere just now only her imagination?

"What are you waiting for? Do you need me to help you dress?" Jack turned his head sideways, giving her a cold glance.

That glance snapped Freya back to reality.

She frantically grabbed the clothes from the floor and fumbled to put them on, afraid that if she was a second slower, this man would change his mind.

After getting dressed, she stood up like a frightened kitten, but her body still slightly curled up, looking at him with both wariness and confusion.

Jack looked at her like that and cursed inwardly. He had indeed only wanted to scare her and force information out of her. But he hadn't expected that this seemingly cold-blooded female ninja would be so traditional and rigid at her core.

"Listen, Miss," Jack said as he sat back down in his chair. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, trying to calm the absurd feeling from earlier. "I don't care how Nolan taught you, but you must tell me who sent you to kill me."

Hearing this, Freya's expression turned cold again, her gaze stubbornly fixed on Jack, looking as if he shouldn't expect to get anything out of her.

This made Jack very angry.

Jack irritably threw his cigarette on the ground and stamped it out with his foot.

Then he looked at Freya.

"Stubborn fool!" he said.

He walked toward Freya.

Jack only took a light step, but his body strangely disappeared from the room for an instant. When he reappeared, Jack was already in front of Freya.

Jack looked at Freya and said coldly, "You really think I won't do anything to you, don't you?"

But Freya looked at Jack in shock.

In her ice-like eyes, there was nothing but horror.

Her lips trembled. "You... you!"

"You know ninjutsu?" Freya's voice trembled, and her eyes showed unprecedented shock.

As an elite ninja carefully trained by the Kogara school, she knew all too well what that scene just now meant.

Flash!

This wasn't just speed, but absolute control over breath, explosive muscular power, and spatial perception - a secret ninjutsu technique that only the top masters in the Kogara school's core teachings could master.

And this man before her, clearly a Westerner, how could he perform such pure ninjutsu?

"Ninjutsu?"

Jack heard this.

A hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

"I almost forgot." Jack lightly tapped his own head.

Then, looking at Freya, the corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smile. "By ninja tradition, lower-ranked ninjas must unconditionally obey higher-ranked ninjas."

"From the looks of it, you should be a B-rank ninja."

Ninja ranks were divided into D-rank ninja, C-rank ninja, B-rank ninja, A-rank ninja, and then the supreme S-rank ninja.

"S-rank" was the highest ninja level, and in various schools, only the top leader could reach this level.

Jack turned and walked toward the bedside.

Under normal circumstances, when facing ninjas, there is one thing you must always remember: never expose your back to them.

This was very dangerous.

However, Jack seemed completely unconcerned with this iron rule.

He walked straight to the bedside, casually pulled open a drawer, and began rummaging through it, as if looking for something.

Freya's body instantly tensed, her hand instinctively reaching for the root of her thigh, where there was a short blade.

This was an opportunity.

If she rushed forward now, she had a good chance of killing Jack.

But...

The ninjutsu Jack had just displayed had completely thrown her off balance.

"What? Still hesitating?"

Jack didn't turn around, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, his voice carried a trace of lazy amusement.

At that moment, he had already turned around, holding something in his hand.

Jack's gaze was calm as he looked at Freya and said, "Under ninja rules, the orders of higher-ranked ninjas are absolute, and lower-ranked ninjas must obey. So now, I order you to tell me who sent you to kill me."