The man thrashed against the restraints, muffled grunts escaping from behind the tape covering his mouth.
Neo rolled his eyes and yanked the tape off.
"You… who are you—"
Neo grabbed the jaw, forcing his prey to look straight into his cold, piercing eyes.
"Let's cut to the chase." His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "What is this place?"
The man clamped his mouth shut.
"I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION! " Neo's grip tightened, his fingers pressing hard against the man's jawbone.
But no answer came.
"Do I not look scary to you ? Can't you see my bald head?" He pointed upward.
"All I need is a bunch of tattoos, and I could pass as a gang member."
Unfortunately, the man refused to budge at all.
Annoyed, Neo clicked his tongue and glanced around the room. His eyes locked onto a pair of red scissors resting on a nearby table.
