Your Man Asked Me to Pass on a Message to You
A dim basement.
Gilberto watched as Brock's tendons in his hands and feet were severed on the ground. He wiped his bayonet with a white cloth.
He suddenly lifted his eyelids and said, "Why did you repeatedly defy me again and again?"
Brock looked up at him and said with a bitter smile, "Because I was only doing it for your own good, Gilberto. I was only doing it for your own good!"
Gilberto stared at him with a fierce gaze and said, "I have given you several chances already, and you have not appreciated them. The thing I hate the most is when someone defies me."
Brock's eyes were red, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. "And what about Zoey? She has defied you not just once or twice!"
"Did you compare yourself with her?"
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