"I really am just an ordinary person." Zhang's Father said expressionlessly. "If you're looking for Thrúd's killer, then you've clearly come to the wrong person."
"Relax, I'm not here to hold you accountable." The old man watched two colored balls roll into the pockets, changed position, and bent over again. "Besides, I know you weren't behind what happened at Copenhagen International Airport, because you haven't left Ireland during this time, have you?"
"You've been watching me?" Zhang's Father's face darkened. "We had an agreement when we parted ways. You promised not to disturb us again."
"I believe my exact words were... if that child wasn't in danger, I wouldn't appear again." The old man struck again, knocking a black ball into a pocket. "I kept my promise. I haven't disturbed you or your wife in these eighteen years. But as I said before, perhaps I underestimated you from the very beginning. If I'd known more about you back then, I probably wouldn't have made such a promise.
"You shouldn't have come back," Zhang's Father said in a low voice.
"No, quite the opposite. It's fortunate I came back, or you'd be in serious trouble." The old man put away his cue, looked at Zhang's Father, and sighed. "To be honest, I never imagined you would take this path. I thought you were one of the few who truly understood us, neither worshipping us excessively nor dismissing us entirely. You and your wife were like two spectators. You knew our history and understood where we came from... so why not continue watching from the sidelines? Why drag yourselves into this? No one should understand better than you how dangerous this is."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"These bullets... you invented them, didn't you?" The old man finally stopped speaking