"We are men of Meyer Lansky, ordered to bring this person back to New York!"
Tolga explained to Robbie Frank, "Mr. Meyer will personally call Mr. Block to explain this matter!"
Robbie Frank raised his voice, "I don't care who you are, but right now you're firing guns in Block Tavern, that's you breaking our rules. Leave immediately, or don't blame us for not being polite!"
As Tolga tried to explain further, he saw that many people in the tavern had pulled out pistols and rifles aiming at him.
"We are men of Meyer Lansky..."
Smack!
Robbie Frank, losing his patience, stepped forward and slapped the man across the face, cursing, "Fuck you, wasn't I clear enough just now? This is Atlantic City, not New York. Unless I hear it from our boss, even if God himself shows up, he'd better just sit here and drink quietly, or we'll send him straight to hell!"
