((I don't know how to go about executing such an idea.........lemme just try something..))
Zio noticed the guy he was looking for, scratched his head. "Might as well deal with this now..." He said as he approached, his smile disappearing. "Yo, where's that money you owe?" Zio asked.
The middle-aged man chuckled. "I ain't got no money that belongs to you ya helpless trash, trying to act like some tough big shot when you--" the man's sentence was cut off, by Zio's fists coming in contact with his face,and did a beating he gave. Zio ignored his bandaged arm,and puched away pure anger till his.fists were coated in red. The onlookers were shocked some frightened. The man.wasn't dead,but..Zio was in a hell of a lot of trouble, not too mention the record he already had for thing's like this. As the sirens could be heard, Zio sprinted off into the bushes along with Bisharp. If he was caught..he was jail-bound without a doubt...but..what triggered his aggression?