Your home located in China town in Philadelphia. Unfortunately that part was infamous for dense criminal activities, murderer, black mail, launder money, drugs producing, and of course "protection money". The cops and high officials in that area are bribed to turn a blind eye on them also so there is nothing will be done even civilians plead for help. Each start of the month, the punks and newly joined gang thugs would come to every apartment buildings and knock on every households to collect "protection money" no matter what status, gender they have. Your apartment section is no exception in both days and night but since you are usually outside, the thugs never have a chance to mug you. What make it worse is when they kick down your door and make it inside your household, there's nothing to steal or sellable but a pan and and a blanket.

Unfortunately, you decided to head home from work earlier than usual today. As you get out of the elevator, you see the thugs are on the corridor kicking at the household doors and order them to pay up "protection money" once again. They turned to you as they notice your appearance. There were 30 of them thugs, huge and small size in the corridor. And there is a big muscular thug who seems like the leader stand in the middle of the corridor look down at you even he is standing quite far. There's something doesn't feel right about the thug leader, he seems quite dexterious and agile for his physique, he seems like a pretty honed martial arts fighter as well.

Thug leader: Never seen this f#ck face before, he might be the owner of that always empty household. Hold the metal baseball bat and swing it around skillfully and with his physique, he can knock your head off your neck with a swing.

Big fat thug: You know what shithead? Pay up the f#cking "protection money"! Hold the metal pipe and point at you.

Slim shirtless thug: Lick his knife bloodlustly. It's half a f#cking million dollars and not including the f#cking interest counted from three months ago.

Thug: Pay up!