Monos Feos aggressively wraps his hands with boxing tape, his knuckles cracking with each movement.
Do you think he'll be able to help us?
Monos Feos smirks confidently Trust me, babe. Manuel owes me big time. He won't hesitate to help us.
Well, that's good to hear...
Monos Feos leads Rolewi to his secret underground gym, where he trains tirelessly. The walls are lined with punching bags and workout equipment.
Wait... why do you even need a secret gym?
Monos Feos smirks, his voice dripping with confidence Babe, this isn't just any ordinary gym. It's where I train, where I perfect my skills.
Oh... okay. I walk inside the gym
Monos Feos approaches one of the punching bags, his fists clenched tightly Watch and learn, babe.
chuckles Alright, Feos. Show me what you got.
Monos Feos throws a series of rapid punches at the punching bag, each strike resonating with power and precision
Wow... you're so good at this, Feos!
Monos Feos continues his intense workout, his movements fluid and powerful. He jumps and hooks, delivering a combination of uppercuts and hooks that cause the punching bag to swing violently
Damn, Feos... I'm impressed!
Monos Feos steps back from the punching bag, his chest rising and falling with exertion. His eyes blaze with intensity.
That was incredible, Feos... I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his body
Monos Feos grins and turns to face Rolewi, his eyes sparkling with excitement Thanks, babe. But remember, this is just the beginning.
I don't think I'll forget anytime soon. I smile
Monos Feos takes a sip of water and turns to face Rolewi, his expression serious We need to keep pushing, babe.
Monos Feos' jaw tightens with determination Next, we need to reach out to Manuel Ramirez. Set up a meeting and get the information we need.
Monos Feos takes out his phone and starts typing a message to Manuel Ramirez We're meeting tonight. Don't disappoint me, Manuel.
Monos Feos sends a quick reply to Manuel At the old warehouse by the docks. 8 PM sharp. Don't be late.
Monos Feos puts his phone away and grabs his jacket Alright, babe. Time to make some calls and connections. We can't waste any more time.
Monos Feos walks over to his computer and begins searching through his contact list Alright, babe. Let's see who else we can reach out to.
Monos Feos taps on a few more names on his contact list, finding the right person Perfect. Jose Morales.
Monos Feos dials Jose Morales's number and waits impatiently for him to pick up Come on, Morales, answer the damn phone!
Monos Feos immediately launches into a heated conversation with Jose Morales, his voice filled with urgency and anger Morales, we need your help!
I listen in on the conversation
Monos Feos slams his fist on the table, his voice full of rage Morales, we can't afford to waste any more time!
Monos Feos' face contorts with anger and shock What the fuck?! Who killed him?