Finn Taylor's gaze was set firmly on the food kiosk boss.
The latter smiled bitterly. "Sir, don't joke around. What kind of identity could I possibly have? I'm just a lowly boss of a food kiosk."
Finn Taylor sneered. "I threw the packet of cigarettes at you at such great speed, but you managed to catch it. That shows that you must've been trained in martial arts. Even when I announced my identity earlier, those three men were so frightened that they started trembling. Yet, you remained calm. You must've been a prominent figure in the past too."
"You've chosen to hide yourself like that and don't even fight back or speak up when others bully you. Who are you? What have you been through?"
Finn Taylor's words seemed to strike a chord with the boss. It seemed like these words had brought back some memories.
