In Fabino's imagination, his second meeting with Sorsby should have been filled with drama.
Sorsby and his gang should have still been plotting which unlucky bastard to rob when, just as they were about to succeed, law enforcers appearing out of nowhere pinned them to the ground. Ideally, Fabino himself would lead the arrest, but if not, that would be fine too. He could walk up to the imprisoned Sorsby like he had today, stare into Sorsby's eyes, and ask in a low voice whether Sorsby remembered him.
Sorsby's gaze should have been puzzled at first, then turned fearful once he remembered him, worried that Fabino would use his authority to take revenge.
But then Fabino would walk up to Sorsby and stand face-to-face with him, letting Sorsby fully experience the fear and humiliation he had felt that day.
That was called an eye for an eye.
But then Fabino would look Sorsby in the eyes and tell him that no, he was wrong. The men of the Brutus family had never been the sort to abuse their power and bring harm to the weak. That was the difference between Sorsby and him.
The difference between a truly good person and a bastard.
But now, Fabino did not know what meaning any of that would have. Sorsby was already miserable enough. Doing so would not make him feel any shame, and Sorsby did not even recognize him anymore.
So when Fabino walked out of the cell, he had completely turned into a nagging old woman, constantly muttering, "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
Zhang Heng, standing beside him, had no choice but to say, "I don't know what you're thinking, but cases like his are pretty common around here."
"Pretty common?" Fabino repeated Zhang Heng's words blankly.
"Yeah.