"I've always been strong," said Lin with a chuckle.
"What do you want? I have nothing to give you," said the yearling, a surprised and fearful expression written all over its face, but it was still looking left to right, probably looking for a way to escape or for an ally to rely on.
"I have some questions. You'll answer my questions. If you don't, today might be your last day." Lin's face was cold, though his mind raced with thoughts. Am I the first person to face-slap a goat?
"What do you want?" the yearling gasped.
"Who sent you to attack me?" Lin demanded. This was the crucial question—if he didn't get an answer, he might not live much longer. Though Rokan had said he would buy him some time, but these yearlings still attacked Bojo and were now spying on him.
"Why do you even need to ask? Don't you know why someone would want you dead?" said the goat, voice trembling a little.
"I said answer. No more questions. Just tell me what I want."
