"Do you think they believed I was just trying to scare them? They probably thought I was merely bluffing, that they would not care at all about what I said just now. In truth, part of what I said was indeed meant to scare them, but whether it would work, even I was not sure. Anyway, I had no confidence in it. It would be best if they were frightened. If they were not, then it could only mean one thing: our luck was not very good. If our luck was bad, then we would have to find someone with relatively better luck. As for whose luck was best, naturally it was my younger brother's. But I always felt there was something wrong with him. I did not know exactly what was wrong, but I just felt that there was something off about my little brother. Still, forget it. Let things go however they go. It did not matter to me anyway. None of this was a big deal to me. These things could all be changed. Whatever they wanted to do, what did it have to do with me? Isn't that right? That was how I saw it. As for what others thought, that was their business. What did it have to do with me? Right? I just hoped I could scare every last one of them."
"If I could scare them, then I would have far less trouble ahead. If I could not, then I would have a great deal of trouble waiting for me. I hoped they would be frightened. If I could not scare them, then we would be the unlucky ones. How do you think they would retaliate? Would they carve us into a thousand pieces, chop us into bits, and then destroy the evidence?