Mark's POV:
I got more furious at the moment he is looking at me with his smirk face as if he has done nothing; I grip his neck more tightly than before; he is requesting me with his other hand to leave him.
Tom: Mark, how do you think he will answer you easily?
I know how to deal with him...
(By finishing his words Tom suddenly took the surgical knife from the tray and pointed it on his face near to his eyes, just a millimeter gap between the attacker's eyes and the knife.)
Tom: Do you think we will leave you by listening to your false statements?
You are following us, and you might know that I am the cop, and I no need to say separately that how can I give my third-degree torture to spell out the truth from your mouth, it's better you should say before I started my own style of treatment.
