Jason's fist viciously smashed into Griffin's stomach.
Instantly, the self-proclaimed negotiator's unfinished words were abruptly cut short. His body bent like a shrimp, but before he could fully bow, Jason had grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him up to face him.
In the midst of excruciating pain, Griffin, faced with Jason, whose nostrils were twitching incessantly and whose face exhibited a mix of excitement and anticipation, was utterly confused.
He couldn't understand why Jason would show such an expression.
Was it a symptom of post-traumatic stress disorder?
Thinking thus, Griffin didn't stop talking.
"Wait!"
"I am just a negotiator!"
"I mean no harm!"
Griffin explained.
But Jason didn't pay any attention to these words.
"Who sent you to talk about my food..."
He asked directly.
"No!"
"I can't tell!"
"It's about the dignity of a negotiator; I would rather die than reveal it!"
Griffin declared resolutely.
