"One thing you must know," Gale told them all, "I'm not playing the good neighbour today." He paused and said to the assassin. "And I'm not your son."
"Now that everything is taken care of. . ." Gale addressed the young master, who was sitting uncomfortably in front of him, sweating profusely, glaring at him with all his might.
"Sit straight," Gale demanded, and the young master followed, straightening his backbone. "Tell me, what do you desire in life?"
Han Xiao looked at him with confusion in his eyes.
"What do you want?" Gale dumbed down the question. "Do you have any ambition or aspiration in life or not?"
"What does it have to do with you?" Han Xiao confronted defiantly, though his voice lost all the venom. Well, his eyes remained defiant to his credit.
"It had nothing to do with me," Gale said simply, "but you'll answer it. Do you know why? Because I asked you."
Han Xiao gulped down the nervousness that crawled out of his stomach.
