Thomas Shannon lifted his foot, his leather shoe stepping on William Field's face. "I've prepared a generous gift for you. Enjoy it."
Charlie River clapped his hands, and the private room door opened.
The manager led in dozens of muscular men, who stood in two lines.
The manager respectfully bowed to Thomas Shannon. "Good day, Young Master Shannon. I have brought the men you requested. Please have a look."
The manager turned to the men. "Quickly, greet Young Master Shannon!"
"Hello, Young Master Shannon!"
"Hello, Young Master Shannon!"
Their voices were uniform and imposing.
Thomas Shannon beckoned a man in black, whispered a few instructions, and the man in black nodded and quickly left.
The man in black returned with a camcorder.
He found a good angle and began filming.
Thomas Shannon lifted his foot, looked at William Field, and said, "Have fun. Don't disappoint my good intentions."
"Thomas Shannon, I'm not done with you yet!"
