A gap appeared between the scars and the skin, which could only mean one thing: the injuries on the black-clad man's face were fake.
Upon reaching this conclusion, Xiao Feng felt a surge of homicidal rage, wanting nothing more than to grab a shovel and turn the man into minced meat, then ask: "Can you bloody well tell the truth for once?"
The black-clad man sensed something was amiss and began to explain: "Listen to me..."
"I'm not listening to you." Xiao Feng refused outright, now doubting even the punctuation marks in the man's words.
The black-clad man was equally frustrated, yet what he had just said was indeed the truth.
But sometimes that's how it goes; one lie exposed can make all the other truths unbelievable too.
With this thought, the black-clad man sighed deeply and proceeded to peel off the scar on his face.
