Mr. Robinson

A dangerous looking man in his late seventies slammed the door to his office shut. His closest three hitmen were already gathered inside as per his orders. And being used to the intimidating man, they didn't even flinch when they heard him cursing all the way until he reached them.

*Click!*

The distinct sound of a trigger lock being removed from a gun echoed in the space around them. But the three men didn't budge. 

Their boss sighed, "Now you, my men, you are the truest form of fortune I have accumulated throughout the years. You bastar*s know me well by now, if I have the intention to kill you then you're dead, there's really no point in getting scared about it.

None of the three men even breathed. The tallest one amongst them had his face almost fully bandaged.