"Call a man fat and he really starts puffing up."
Watching Cliff actually make the phone call, Hank the Third shook his head with a dismissive smirk. In his mind, this pretty-boy nobody was putting on a show, nothing more. A complete clown, through and through.
"Real or fake, we'll know once they arrive." Cliff hung up, slipped both hands into his pockets, and fixed Hank the Third with a mocking look. "You keep running your mouth like this. Don't tell me you're actually scared?"
"Sharp tongue on you." Hank the Third's eyes flashed cold. "Fine. I'll give you five minutes." He didn't bother arguing further. Instead, he turned and barked orders at his men. "Eyes on him, boys. If nobody shows up in five minutes, beat the living s**t out of him."
With that, he crossed his arms and settled i
