You hit like a damn amateur...

THWACK!!!

The sound of Hiro's fist connecting with Finn's jaw filled the entire room, a deafening crack that echoed through the dingy confines of the holding room.

The impact of the punch sent saliva and blood sputtering out of Finn's mouth.

The rusty chair creaked under the force of the blow, and Finn's head snapped to the side, his cheek reddening with a livid mark.

Swallowing the pain and bitterness that welled within him, he spoke through a split lip, defiance dripping from his words.

"That's all you got, Hiro? You hit like a damn amateur."

"The owner of the AI chip, Finn," Hiro demanded in a low, menacing tone. "You've been dancing around it for far too long. It's in your best interest to talk."

Finn winced in pain, but his lips curled into a sardonic smile. "You really think you can break me that easily, Hiro? You don't know what you're up against."