Scarface's eyes blazed with a crimson fury as he pointed at the thin-faced monkey-cheeked man and cursed, "That damn woman caused so many of our brothers to suffer! Had they not been quick-witted and protected our escape, we would be bedridden like them now, writhing in our own filth, reduced to a state neither human nor ghost! You're not thinking about avenging our brothers, with your head filled only with those sordid thoughts. Do you even care about them?"
The thin-faced monkey-cheeked man staggered back, somewhat defiant in his heart, but quickly said in a flattering tone, "Of course, I care, how could I not! Those brothers suffered for us. The reason I suggested what I did earlier is that instead of killing that wench with a single stab, it's better to torment her alive, to make her taste the agony of wanting to live but not being able to die!"
