Kapitel 91: Hard to Resurface

I paused for a minute, trying to figure out what I should say next. We had not expected him to start speaking so freely so quickly. My silence must have tipped him off because his expression became harsh. 

"You beat them up?" She nodded. "How many women did you save, you think?" I asked. This was the best method to make him confess to the most violence without making him think I was pinning a crime on him. He was saving people, that was what my words conveyed.

"Not enough," he sighed, aggrieved. "I once beat up a group of four guys. Made them remember what it feels like to be tormented." He scoffed. "Do you know about it?" he asked, looking up curiously. 

"I'm not sure I do," I played it safe. I didn't know if my knowledge would make him stop speaking or not. "Tell me. Do you get angry when women are assaulted?"