This was the age when one's phone was always at hand.
I managed to get hold of the phones belonging to his men, and from the number, it looked like I had all of them. The kind of power I wielded and what I had just done was now crystal clear.
For the first time, fear was evident in Marcus' eyes. "W-Who are you?"
I smiled and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. Just do what I tell you. Now, kneel."
Marcus swallowed hard, still holding on to a glimmer of hope. He glanced around, trying to find any sign that I was just bluffing in an attempt to scare him. However, he found nothing.
My patience had already worn thin, so I gave Quintus a signal.
Quintus was now well-experienced, having handled so many people. He gently kicked Marcus behind the knee, causing the latter to fall to his knees immediately.
Marcus' head hit the floor with a thud, causing him to wince in pain.
"Crack his skull," I ordered.
Quintus wasted no time. He grabbed the wooden sculpture he was now familiar with and delivered a heavy blow to Marcus' head. Marcus was stunned, clutching his head and staring at me, unable to speak.
"Bring me 30 thousand dollars, and you can take your men's phones and get lost. As long as you don't show up in front of me again, I won't cause you any trouble," I remarked.
Of course, he'd still have to deal with Mason after leaving, but that was between them and not my concern.
"However, if you're still stubborn and continue to appear in front of me to annoy me, I won't hesitate to ruin you completely," I warned.
Marcus was still in a state of fear and confusion. "30 thousand dollars? What 30 thousand dollars?"
I explained slowly, "Your men have already contributed ten thousand dollars as compensation. As the leader or the one responsible, asking for 30 thousand from you is more than fair. If you keep complaining, I'll make you pay 300 thousand!"
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