"What are you trying to do?"
Anthony Davis smiled. "Relax, I won't lay a finger on you, but you'd better have enough injuries to convince me to take out the money. The way you all stand here perfectly fine right now, it's really not convincing at all. At the very least… I need to see you looking like you're really miserable. I'm a man of my word: if you make me feel your injuries add up to more than Several hundred thousand, I'll give you even more."
Anthony Davis pulled a Cheque out of his pocket. "It's blank. You can write whatever amount you like."
Ethan Herd's eyelid twitched. Damn, this Old Man is vicious to the core—he's actually going to make these people tear each other apart!
He's using money to tempt them, then making them beat themselves up!
Mr. Will understood too. The look he gave Anthony Davis could no longer be put into words.
