Siderius grabbed the hair of the gong farmer and held him up high.
"Where is Oriana?" Siderius said.
"I don't know what you're talking about." The gong farmer muttered. "Help! Help! Someone help me!"
The people on the street surrounded the dirty house of the gong farmer but Siderius didn't stop. He punched the gong farmer again.
"Where is Oriana?"
"Help me, please! This man is crazy!" The man shouted at the top of his lungs.
People gathered into a crowd. They observed the scene but no one dared to intervene.
Siderius dropped the gong farmer on the ground and kicked him in between the legs. All the air flooded out of the gong farmer's lungs as he gasped for air.
Siderius squatted down and stabbed the knife onto the ground, cutting one of his fingers.
He screamed even more desperately. But still, no one helped.
In front of him was a man twice the normal size of an adult man. No one was stupid enough to find dead.
They also recognized the name Siderius said.
