Beard's pupils contracted sharply.
"What did you say?"
He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "What nonsense are you spouting!"
Mr. Zhang sneered again. "Who's spouting nonsense? I'm telling the truth."
"After a lifetime of hunting geese, to have your eyes pecked out by one. Never saw that coming, did you?"
Beard's mouth twitched, his face contorting for a moment as he stared daggers at Mr. Zhang.
"I don't believe you. Those little brats who don't know anything? They don't know shit! How could they possibly get the best of *me*? Don't try to provoke me. I'm telling you, I don't believe it!"
'Those kids are useless, what could they possibly do!'
"Oh? Struck a nerve, did I?" In contrast to Beard's agitation, Mr. Zhang grew calmer.
This was an interrogation technique they had agreed upon beforehand.
Beard was mentally tough. A conventional interrogation would likely yield nothing.
