He sighed, raised the dinner knife in his hand and flashed a playful smile, "Or you could tell me everything you know, then I I'll tell you what transpired in this backup. Though it won't save your life, at least you'll die knowing."
The clown's face went through several changes before slowly nodding. He was aware he was destined to die, but as Yu Liang said, he wanted to die in the know.
"Alright, come with me then." Thus Yu Liang delegated the task of recharging the Grass Baby currency to the wealth-guarding ghost and led the clown towards room number 225 in the supermarket.
Considering the deep hatred this clown had for him and his awareness that he was not going to make it alive, he might not share the desired information under normal circumstances.
Now, it was simpler. After breaking down the clown's ideology, the clown should be willing to share the truth with him.
