Arslan's feet landed directly on Don Vito's jaw with a heavy impact that echoed through the warehouse. The mob boss flew backward, crashing into the chair before his face slammed hard against the cold floor. Blood and two broken teeth bounced across the dirty floor, leaving a stain on the ground.
Vito groaned, coughing blood as he crawled desperately on his hands and knees. His shaking fingers reached desperately for the chrome pistol he had dropped on the floor, but he wasn't able to even touch it.
Before Vito's trembling fingers could touch the steel, Arslan slammed his foot down onto his hand with all his weight making Vito let out a sharp scream of pain as Arslan casually kicked the chrome pistol across the concrete, sending it sliding away into the darkness.
"You thought you got this under control, huh ?" Arslan said mockingly as he stared down on the mob boss who was looking for anything to hang on to.
