Rio cracked his knuckles as he stepped into the dimly lit warehouse, his crew falling into formation behind him like shadows. His eyes locked onto the trembling figure tied to a chair in front of them—the thief who'd been stupid enough to think he could mess with Rio’s business and walk away unscathed.

"You had guts," Rio said slowly, circling their captive like a predator sizing up wounded prey. **"...brains Too bad your head is up Your ass *

Then—without warning—he grabbed one of there stolen cash stacks from nearby table and slapped it down hard next victim face:

"Now let’s talk about repayment."