LATE
"Perhaps you are on good terms with a great mobster, sir. But you're not the only one with guns here. We also have one even though it's not as expensive as yours, but I make sure this one bullet is enough to make you meet the grim reaper!" the curly-haired man spoke condescendingly to Troy.
"Don't act rashly towards him. You don't know who's behind it!" the boss of the villains warned his men, but after that, his smile lifted slightly, "But I guess it won't hurt if we take his life and then we go and get rid of traces. At least by the time he dies and is found by his family, we will have left this country!" he continued, smiling more and more slyly.
"Hey, Mister Rich! You are greatly outnumbered now and I have assured you that you will not win against us. How about I make you one more offer? Give us 5 billion and I will spare your life. How?" the villain boss spoke again but Troy didn't budge.