The priest's eyelids twitched, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Everyone in town knows, I've always been single over the years, I'm a devout believer..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt someone grab his hair from behind, instinctively wanting to turn his head to look back.
Suddenly, the immense force from behind his head made it impossible for him to resist, bending him forward, smashing his head on the low table's surface.
With a loud bang, the small low table between the sofas jumped, and the priest let out a painful groan.
Hiram tucked his gun back into the holster, pulled out a folding knife from his waist, drew out the blade, grabbed the priest's pinky finger, and pressed it against the table's edge.
The priest seemed to realize what this madman was about to do, his eyes flashed a hint of ferocity, "Are you fucking crazy?"
Hiram, regardless of whether he struggled or not, directly slashed down with the knife.
Didn't sever it but wounded it.
