"Alright," Tapping the counter with his finger, Dante broke the spell that kept everyone around him frozen. "Since I own this place now, the first thing we must do is beef up the security." He turned to the Castor thug, fixing him with a glare. "I'm sure it wasn't on purpose, but you are making my employees. Do you mind not doing that?"
Dante was hoping to end things without resorting to violence. That depended on the type of idiots those corporate dogs are, so his only choice was to wait and see. The best they could do was realize the gap separating them and make their retreat, but in the worst-case scenario, they would turn their attention to him, thinking they could get a good bonus while out drinking.
"Sorry, mate. It seems we got a little bit drunk." Getting up, the first idiot gestured for the door. "C'mon, guys. We should get going."
