Jason didn't hesitate. He took one step, grabbed the Landlord's good arm, and twisted it sharply. A sickening crack echoed through the street, followed by the Landlord's agonizing shriek.
Santiago and the Dukes froze, shocked by the cold-blooded, professional violence.
Ethan: "Now we can talk, Santiago. I'm not here to take over your little street gang. I'm here to conduct business." He pulled out a wad of high-denomination bills—about $10,000—and threw it casually onto the cracked sidewalk. "I'll offer you this as a severance package for your men."
Santiago: "You think $10,000 is enough for my respect?"
Ethan: "No. $10,000 is enough to cover the pain of one dislocated arm. Now, let's talk about the real business." Ethan pointed at the Landlord. "I want that idiot gone. Permanently. You want to show strength and dominance? Bring me his head. I'll pay you $100,000 for his life."
