The waiter was terrified and nodded numbly.

Ryan casually handed him off to one of his men, giving a nonchalant order, "Take his hand off, so he won't take money that he shouldn't in the future."

The waiter turned pale with fear and screamed, pleading, "I’m innocent! It really has nothing to do with me. I don't even know Mr. James or that woman. I just took a little money…"

Ryan ignored him.

"You," Ryan directed another subordinate, "go with Mr. Toren here to check the restaurant's ...