"I said call off your men now," Marxon roared, "or I'll fucking split your head."
Don Angel calmly shifted the blade of the axe away from his face. "Threatening me like this isn't going to do anything. I came here prepared to die, it's up to you to decide if the life of a 'rat' is worth the same as your father's."
"Angel!" Diego stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar. "Do you understand what you have just done?!"
Don Angel still maintained his mockful grin. "I haven't really done anything, I'm only a little rat remember. I'm just trying to see how far you guys are willing to go to kill this rat.
"As for me, dying here will suck, but I think knowing the great boss of the Triad is dying with me might make it a little better."
"You bastard, you think we'll just let you die? We'll torture you until you beg for death."
Diego raised his hand to punch.
"Stop!" Marxon's firm voice brought him to a halt.
"Boss, don't tell me you are actually considering letting them go?"
