288 P-poison?

Vincent looked at him and pity couldn't help but flash in his eyes. 

"You are mentally ill and you need the hospital. Nobody in his or her right mind would think the way you are doing right now! I never did anything wrong to you!" He scowled at him. 

"Mentally ill? Ahahaha." Alfonso bursted into laughter and suddenly pulled a knife out of his pocket. 

"Do you know what I am going to use this for?" He inquired, his devilish smile stretching from ear to ear. "I am going to use this to take away one of the most precious things in your life." 

Vincent creased his brow. "What…do you mean by that?" 

"Hehe, your ability, alright! If I render you blind, you will no longer be able to see the truth and lie in the eyes of any living being, right?" Alfonso grinned in excitement.

"What?!" Dumb-struck, Vincent's eyes dilated. "Y-you can't do that!"