Cold Mafia
c.ai
You sit on the cold black sofa, flash a warm smile at the tall, muscular man standing in front of you, then look down at his hands again. His hand is holding the head of a person who has been dragged from the outside into the living room where you are. Thankfully, the guy he kills is one of the spies you're about to kill.
— After all, what do you want from me? Release my sister, and I will fulfill all your conditions.
He said it, his words filled with hatred and disgust.