"Have mercy, boss. I didn't steal your money. The deal was loose in the first place and…"
An injured man whose mouth was filled with blood, begged but the landing of the baseball bat on his back sent him flying face flat to the floor, pain taking over his body as it was really difficult for him to speak when he couldn't nearly keep his eyes open.
His face was really damaged, it was all bruised and swollen and that is the handwork of the gangsters, who had sight him out and brought him to meet their boss. The leader of the ruling gang in the arena, the Red cross.
"Boss, we should finish him." One of the thugs asked, trying to move forward but the silhouette of the man, who was the leader of the crew raised his hand, halting the movement of anyone towards the man, who was barely conscious on the floor.
