Charles hesitated for a moment and then passed a cotton handkerchief, saying, "Please wipe your tears."
The Old Leopard Man took the handkerchief, wiped twice, and suddenly burst into anger, "What tears? Where are the tears? I haven't cried."
With a pinch of his hand, the cotton handkerchief was crushed into pieces.
The strength needed to crush cotton far exceeded that required to smash a walnut.
Charles didn't say anything. Since he had crossed over, he had made many small things to make life comfortable, such as these inexpensive cotton handkerchiefs. He usually carried several and discarded them after use, which was very convenient, and he didn't mind losing one.
Charles's mind whirled continuously. Although the Old Leopard Man hadn't started a massacre yet, he felt it was only a matter of time unless he could change the situation.
He took a deep breath and decided to go big, it was either do or die, or turn the tables.
