This man is a sadist!
The boy, who was truly angered by his unscrupulous look, could not do anything about it.
Stroking his chin, the adult probed curiously. "When did you start tinkering with firearms?"
"Why should I answer your question?"
"You probably started in May last year when you officially joined the Hurricane Group; am I correct?" His father blinked at him.
The boy was dumbstruck again.
This man was a thorough sadist to ask him a question, which he already knew the answer.
"I just want to see how truthful you are with your daddy." The man could somehow tell what he was thinking and clarified this to him.
The look on the boy's face turned for the worse at his words.
Can this man do mind-reading?
Can he tell what is on my mind with just a look?
The little lad searched the man's features for any tactics, and to this, the man only lazily replied, "Don't bother; I don't do mind-reading."
"…"
The tips of his mouth twitched a little.
Heck!
