Upon hearing McMahon's words, the assassin's eyes widened, and a sudden sense of grievance welled up inside him.
Clearly, it was you who clamped a hand over my mouth, and then asked questions that required me to answer with my mouth, and when I couldn't answer, you broke my foot.
Yet McMahon paid no heed to the assassin's pitiful appearance now, continuing to ask with an icy tone.
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