Aiden Knight's POV
Master Hu whimpers as blood continues pooling around his pinned hand. The chopsticks have gone straight through his palm, embedded deep into the plastic table beneath. Every tiny movement sends fresh waves of agony through his arm.
"Please," he gasps. "I get it. I understand. Just let me go."
"Do you understand?" I pull out a cigarette from my jacket pocket, lighting it with deliberate slowness. "Because five minutes ago, you were threatening to hurt these good people. Now you're begging for mercy."
The flame illuminates his terrified face as I take a long drag. The cigarette's ember glows bright orange in the evening darkness.
"I won't bother them again. I swear on my mother's grave."
"Your mother's grave?" I exhale smoke slowly. "How touching. Tell me, did she raise you to terrorize elderly couples?"
"No, no she didn't. Please, I made a mistake."
"Yes, you did."
