Chapter 4574
Bayonet
Chapter 4574 (Four Thousand Five Hundred and Seventy-Four) Bayonet
"Always smiling? You mean, he was still smiling when he was talking about how others tortured him? His expression didn't change at all?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Yes," the man said. "Always. When he talked about torture, his smile was... especially sharp... like a bayonet..."
"Did you feel the stabbing of the bayonet?" asked the Gray Hand.
"Yes... a little bit." said the man.
"But you don't believe he is your father, right? Why do you also feel pricked?" asked the Man with Gray Hands.
"I... I don't want to believe it, but... but... when I see that smile of his... that look... I also feel something in my heart." said the man.
The Gray Hand Man said, “Does this mean that you believe in something to a certain extent?”
"No...no...I...I can't believe it." said the man.
"Can't? Or still don't believe it?" asked the Gray Hand Man.
"Because... because I can't... so I don't believe it." The man said, "But... when I knew I couldn't, I also..."
"Do you believe it too?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I don't believe it. There's no way I can believe it. It would be too... too embarrassing!" said the man.
"Why is it embarrassing?" asked the man with gray hands.
"My father is a Tiecang man, how could he be instigated by... those blue-armored people?" the man said, "My father would never be humiliated like this! So, even if my heart trembled a little, it doesn't mean that I believe it."
The Gray Hand Man asked, "Do you feel like a disgrace to your father?"
"It's not only a shame for my father, but also... it's a shame for me... and of course... it's also... it's a shame for us Tiecang people." said the man.
"What did you say when the other person smiled?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Yes." the man said, "I said, he can't even make up a story." "What about him?" said the man with gray hands.
"He said he didn't need to make it up," the man said, "and he asked me to stare at his face."
"What did you see?" asked the Gray Hand Man.
"I saw countless scars suddenly appear on his face... Not only on his face, I also saw his... neck as well... Those scars looked very deep, and... and they looked very familiar." said the man.
"Why does it look familiar?" asked the Gray Hand Man.
"Because... because when I was torturing those blue-armored people before, I left scars like that on the faces and necks of some of them." The man replied.
"Have the scars changed your mind?" asked the Gray Hand Man.
"No." The man said. At this point, he suddenly paused and said, "Actually... it's better to say that I haven't changed my mind... As for whether I've wavered... this kind of... this kind of mental thing is hard to judge."
"Just tell me what you think. What's so difficult about judging?" asked the man with gray hands.
“I don’t know if there was ever… a moment when I wavered…” the man said.
"But you still choose not to believe it now, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.
"Yes." said the man.
The Gray Hand asked again, "Didn't you say anything?"
"No." The man said, "Those scars disappeared very quickly. This... This makes me think that he is just a liar. Even the scars he made didn't last long."
(End of this chapter)