Pay Me, Or Else...

"Or, you all might die right here."

Ayse slid three knives back into his sleeves and laughed, pulling his right arm out of his jacket. He then tossed the three remaining knives from his left to his right hand. Ayse removed his jacket and held it up with his left hand. 

The crown-wearing, three-eyed skull on Ayse's back drew in a lot of attention from the surrounding goons. 

But Forde and the two managers had their eyes on the grey and purple jacket.

… whirrr-eeehh…

Ayse held the jacket aloft with the back folded in, making it easy for Ayse to show off what was attached to the inside of his coat. And Ayse glided a finger down the side of a metallic disc on each side of the jacket's chest, activating them both.

"As I warned your delivery donkey, no one should've touched my chest. And I'm no exception in this case. Because they're now armed. And anything beyond the jostling of my jacket will set them both off," Ayse snickered.