"Please-!" The bound man in his late thirties cried out, his ugly face beat up and bleeding.

Tobias Villeni, unbothered by the gruesome sight, sighed and shifted the cigarette in his mouth around on his lips before crouching down in front of the beaten man. After a moment of silence he clicked his tongue and his men grabbed the crying man.

"Get it over with and clean up. I needa get somewhere." Tobias said curtly, standing up and leaving the warehouse.