C117 If There Is Still a Tomorrow

"You, you, what are you going to do? Don't hurt him. Don't touch him. Let go of my son! "I, I killed him. Do you believe that I won't kill him? Come in, quickly come in." The detonators that the man had tied up were like a drop in the bucket compared to the explosives that Bei had brought back from the mine and buried in the cabin. It wasn't 'you' or 'me'