There was a moment of silence in the air.
In Shire, Aman sneered again. "A man who didn't even come back to sweep his dead wife's grave, will he be in a bad mood? The matter between my wife and me is not up to you to decide. You should go to trade in front of my mommy's tombstone and kowtow a few times!"
"I won't go." Behind him, Ben's eyes were determined. He said, "If I don't get rid of that black sheep, I won't have the face to see your mother and Shane. I have long vowed that I won't sweep your mother's and Shane's graves before I get rid of them."
Aman went away angrily.
The room became quiet again.
Ben picked up the gun on the ground. He frowned and slowly relaxed. He looked at the gun in his hand and said, "Mr. Aman, maybe you didn't recognize it... This gun is the one you shot at me that year. I have been keeping it with me."
In order to tell him that he could not die in the hands of others or those sinners, his life could only be taken by his son!
