All Franklin could see were dollar signs before his eyes if he and Mufasa were to continue doing business.
“Alright,” he submitted, lowering the axe to his side. Everyone in the basement relaxed and lowered their guns. “If I let this go…you and I can go on with our thing?” he motioned his finger between the two of them. Mufasa nodded yes. “Okay. He can go…” Mufasa gave a nod to Zeus and he moved to release Zonyai from his restraints. “But not without a warning,” Franklin added, lifting his bladed weapon and swinging it downward. It looked like a blur en route to Zonyai’s limb.
Snikttttt!
Everyone’s eyes bulged and their breaths caught in their throats seeing the bloody leg came loose, flopping to the floor, bleeding. Zonyai’s eyes zeroed in on his severed limb. His mouth animatedly and
