Since Sheyan asked, Moan could only search his memory to recall the conversation. After a while, he finally mumbled, "You said I'll be in huge trouble if I make you angry." "Bingo!" Sheyan nodded. "I always keep my words, while you....you took my money, but you didn't fulfill your promise. So now you're in huge trouble." Moan's expression grew gloomy. He then shouted hysterically, "I'll be in even bigger trouble if I offend the Zandala tribe from Benghazi! They'll skin all of us alive!" Sheyan's face turn cold. "I don't have time to waste on you. There are 3600 seconds in an hour, and there seems to be less than 400 people in your tribe. From this moment on, I'll kill a person every ten seconds! You'll go last. I'm going to make an exception to my principles today, because there seems to be only two kinds of people in this damn place: desperados and non-desperados!" [标签:标题] Moan would not cave in easily. His stubbornness almost made Sheyan violate his own principle of not killing women and children - although these women and children could all skillfully kill ten people with an AK. Fortunately, Sheyan successfully shifted the pressure onto Moan. In the eyes of Moan's tribesmen, the death of their loved ones was his responsibility. So after Sheyan shot the seventeenth man, the man's wife stepped forward and screamed hysterically, "You should've started with Moan's family - his wives, sons, father, and brothers! Why doesn't this bastard's family get punished first?" Sheyan's eyes lit up. "That's a great idea! But I don't know who they are....Oh, but you do! Surely you're very familiar with them!" By stressing the pronouns "you" and "them", Sheyan very shamelessly separated Moan from the rest of his tribe.