Chapter 32  +25 BONUS  That night, in a private hospital in Jayrodale, Dylan stormed in with over 100 of his men dressed in black. The hospital staff and visitors trembled in fear, wondering who had earned the wrath of South City’s most notorious crime lord.  Dylan, usually sporting a buzzcut and friendly demeanor, was oddly absent of smiles. When the doctor émerged from the ward, Dylan extinguished his cigarette and asked, “How’s Bobby?  The doctor’s face was grave as he shook his head replying, “It doesn’t look good.”  “What does that mean? Explain!”  “H–He’s in a vegetative state,” the doctor said carefully, casting a wary glance at Dylan.  Surprisingly, Dylan showed neither rage nor murderous intent.  “Mr. Garner, we must get our revenge!”  “Let us tear this punk into pieces for daring to touch one of our own!”  “Just say the word, Mr. Garner; I’ll take care of this clueless punk right now!”  Dylan raised his hand. “Keep it down. Don’t disturb Bobby’s rest.”  “But Mr. Garner…”  Dylan cut them off sharply. “Didn’t you hear what I said? Be quiet. I’ll handle this myself!”  The doctor found Dylan’s behavior strange. Usually, when South City suffered any slight, Dylan would retaliate immediately, never hesitating even against powerful families. This restraint was entirely out of character.  Dylan left the hospital lost in thought, his army of suited men following behind in an intimidating parade. Just then, an understated Rolls–Royce pulled up to the hospital entrance.  His men moved to confront the car, outraged that someone would dare block Dylan’s path. However, when the window rolled down, revealing a stern–looking man, several of Dylan’s more experienced subordinates immediately backed off and ordered the others to stand down.  “Kid, let’s have a chat,” the man invited with a smile.  Dylan forced a smile, but he obediently got into the car.  One of the newer recruits whispered in shock, “Sam, who the hell does this old man think he is, calling Mr. Garner ‘kid‘?”  Sam slapped the rookie hard. “Shut your mouth, you idiot! That’s Mr. Martin Yates, the richest man in Jayrodale. Even Mr. Garner shows him respect!”  The rookie’s face turned pale, and he quickly fell silent, realizing he had crossed a line.  11/2  +25 BONUS  Chapter 32  Inside the car, Dylan said coldly, “Mr. Yates, my man Bobby is now brain–dead. You know what a huge loss this is for South City, right?”  Marvin, leaning on his dragon–headed cane, chuckled. “Even if he’d died outright, it wouldn’t. be that big of a deal.”  Dylan barely contained his anger. “Mr. Yates, that’s not how we work. Do you expect me to just take it without standing up for myself?”  Marvin turned to look at him, maintaining his friendly demeanor. “So, what do you propose?” “Since you’re here playing peacemaker, I’ll compromise. But at minimum, that punk needs to come to South City and beg for forgiveness on his knees,” Dylan replied.  Marvin shook his head with a laugh. “That’s not going to happen.”  Dylan snapped, “Mr. Yates, I’m already showing you great respect. If it were up to me, punk would be torn to shreds!”