Davriel Wulfgar, the brightest jewel in the Star Alliance.

  In the gloomy underground training ground of the Star Alliance's First Military Academy, Dolon, wearing an assistant instructor uniform, smiled as he picked up a battered pirate soldier.

  "This is the Interrogation class." With that, Dolon punched a pirate with his tongue cut off in the face and laughed at the surrounding younger students: "A compulsory course for non-college students. If you can't take it mentally, you can leave now. Congratulations to all the junior brothers and sisters who pass this course smoothly, you will have an additional 10 credits."

  With a burst of strength, the pirate was thrown to the ground. Dorothea patted her bloody palm: "First lesson, those who are willing to learn this course, please leave some scars on this unlucky guy and try the feeling of getting your hands bloody."

  After several minutes of silence, about 80% of the military academy students turned and left, with fewer than ten people remaining.

  Duolun shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Highly developed civilization, highly developed spiritual civilization... the spirit of warriors!"

  He glanced around and his gaze stopped for a moment on a tall figure standing in the dark corner of the training field. Mulan, with a smile all over her face, asked: "Which younger brother or sister will come first? I have prepared daggers, short swords, steel stingers and various common torture instruments here."

  Silence, a long silence. The remaining students retreated one step at a time, as if frightened by the instruments of torture that Doro had taken out one by one.

  Duolun shook his head in disappointment and sighed, "Is there no one? Don't you even have the courage to see blood? How can you become a qualified soldier then?"

  A tall figure in the dark corner moved, and she walked steadily to Duolun's face.

  Duolun smiled: "Fuya junior sister!"

  Fuya, dressed in the uniform of the First Military Academy, coldly swept Du Long with a glance before focusing her attention on those torture instruments.

  Black shoulder-length short hair, delicate and exquisite melon-seed face, long phoenix eyes, clean and neat sword-like eyebrows, a tall and slender figure that was even more impressive than Bidoron's, tightly wrapped in the student uniform, her body was lithe and powerful. Like an iron-hearted lily blooming in the dark night, Fuya furrowed her brow, gazing at these torture instruments, suddenly pulled out the gun holstered on her body, and fired a shot at the pirate's forehead.

  A crisp gunshot echoed through the training grounds, and Dorothea, who had always been calm and collected, was suddenly frightened by Fuya's unexpected attack and stumbled backward several steps. He exclaimed in a trembling voice: "Fuya junior sister, you..."

  Fuya furrowed her brow and said lightly: "Torture? Not needed! Confession? Also not needed. The best pirate is a dead pirate."

  Fuya Ming turned around and walked towards the exit of the training ground after putting away her gun.

  "Many years ago, if you were really bored, you could go and wrestle with a beast, but please don't waste our time. Ever since the invention of the Mind Probe, Interrogation has been off the Academy's elective course list for centuries."

  "No matter what means you use to make this outdated course worth 10 credits, please don't summon us here in the middle of the night, our time is precious."

  The sound of combat boots striking the ground gradually faded away, and Fuya plunged into a sea of darkness.