The third point of view:
"I heard you love to beat women. Let's test out that theory, shall we?" Eden grinned, but to a certain human called Baz, he looked like a grim reaper from hell.
All blood drained from Baz's face, what did he just hear? A sheen of sweat covered his forehead and his palms became clammy from fright. However, the man still decided to test out his luck. For all he knows, his son-in-law might be pulling his legs.
"Hehe," He laughed nervously, "Son, you have a dark sense of humor. I almost thought that you meant that," Baz attempted to lighten the tense environment, "You didn't mean it right?"
Eden didn't say a word to him, instead he bent down and took a long puff of his cigarette, blowing the smoke at his face and released a smile that didn't touch his eyes. He said, "I always mean what I say,"
