The man gnashed his teeth. "Don't even think about it! I don't even have fifty bucks on me!"
Amused, Luke typed again: "Then you owe me half a million dollars. You won't refuse to admit it, will you?"
Conflicted for a moment, the man then nodded despondently. "Fine, I owe you."
He had a lot of "good" habits, like extortion, targeting the underworld, eating free food in the target's home, wearing the target's slippers, and bathing in the target's bathtub.
But trust was what allowed him to stand out as a mercenary, otherwise middle school students wouldn't look for him to beat up their love rivals.
They only did so because he said he would only break a couple of teeth and not kill anyone.
While the man was drowning in remorse, Luke put his phone away and dashed back inside.
The man was stumped. A moment later, when he saw Luke searching the rooms, he realized what was going on. "Wait, we have to split the loot here too."
