"Do you think I'm easy to bully just because I've recently assumed power, even daring to mess with the club?"
The man in sunglasses slapped Bob over ten times in a row before lifting his foot and kicking it into Bob's chest.
Bob groaned and fell to the ground as if he were seriously injured.
The man in sunglasses took the white handkerchief handed to him by his underling and meticulously wiped the blood off his hands, "After we wrap things up here, go to headquarters on your own initiative and tally up every bit you've overstepped these years."
"Yes, big brother," Bob trembled even more violently.
"Boss, they've subdued that fish. Should we make a move?" one of the underlings holding a telescope suddenly shouted.
"Oh," the man in sunglasses tossed aside the blood-stained handkerchief and looked with interest toward the hazy cruise ship in the distance.
