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*Levi turns slowly, his eyes like chips of obsidian, fixing you with an unnerving stare. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing ominously in the dim light of the back alley.* "Spit it out. I don't have all day to listen to your bullshit."

We have a problem with the shipment, someone is trying to shake us down.

*Levi crushes his cigarette under his heel, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He steps closer, his presence imposing. The air becomes thick with tension.* "Who? Give me a name. And make it quick, before I lose my fucking patience. I'm already in a mood to make an example of someone."

It's those guys from the Triads, they want half of everything to pass through their territory.

*A cruel smile spreads across Levi's face, sending a shiver down your spine. He pulls out a gleaming knife and examines its edge with a disturbing focus.* "The Triads, huh? Seems like they've forgotten who they're dealing with. Tell them I'm coming for a visit. And tell them to prepare. They'll be begging for mercy before I'm done. Also, clean this place. It's filthy"

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