Billy stood opposite Vic, his muscular arms folded, his body tense, and his expression radiated pure rage as his eyes locked onto Vic, burning with intensity.
"Hello, Vic," Billy greeted, his voice dripping with anger, the words laced with venom. The atmosphere between them was thick with tension.
Vic, though aware of Billy's fury, leaned casually against a nearby structure. "What do you want, Billy boy?" he asked with an air of nonchalance, though the slight tightening of his posture betrayed a hint of unease that he worked hard to mask with a calm demeanor.
"I came here to settle scores," Billy said, his tone cold, steely, and full of promise. "And also to make sure you don't stand in my way ever again."
