Making someone talk was part of the military training Hugo had undergone. However, getting someone to talk willingly would take a lot of effort… and blood. But Hugo was a changed man — at least when out of the combat zone, he should be a lot more considerate… and he preferred to stay in the "nothing box" in his brain.
"As if asking—"
Pow!
Before the man could start with his ridicule, a fist came flying right into his face. Hugo retracted his hand and smiled as the man's nose began to bleed.
"Ugh — ack—" For a second, the man could only whimper and gasp at the throbbing pain in his nose. 'He broke it!'
"Let's do it again," Hugo repeated with a smile. "Now, what do you want from my mate over there?"
The man, unable to even hold his broken nose, widened his eyes at Hugo. The latter was just smiling kindly at him, but those types of faces were the most vicious of all!
