"Let's have a little chat while we wait for the police," Ivy Holden said with a smile.
The man didn't say a word, his face just tensed up.
"How old are you? Got a girlfriend?"
"Then again, you're so ugly. A girl would have to be a real saint to fall for you."
"Plus, you're in this shady line of work. I bet you don't even dare to have a girlfriend."
"If you do have a girlfriend, that just means you're a scumbag."
"What, not convinced? Then let me spell it out for you. It's one thing that you're ugly, but if you at least had a strong body, that would be fine. A girl could be with you, not for your good looks, but for your health and the security you could offer. That would be understandable. But you? You're a big guy for nothing. Even someone like me can knock you flat with one kick. Tsk, tsk... Tell me, are you just a decorative pillow? Pfft! No, I take that back. I can't insult decorative pillows. At least they're nice to look at..."
