"We don't want any trouble, we will just pay you the toll and leave."
There really was no use pretending to be a tourist as they already heard him talk, but Rhys was still trying his best to cover his face with a cap. Soon, however, Rhys's eyes wandered toward one of the gang members who was wearing a mask that one would see in hospitals, and he wasn't alone.
One of the other people in the store was also wearing the same mask — perhaps he should probably ask the clerk if they were selling one of those.
"Oi, where are you even looking at? And why are you so tall? Are you an import or something?"
"...An import?"
"A basketball player. You—oi, look at us when we're talking to you."
"W… wait, we'll just pay the toll!"
I was actually gonna go full Mad Max on this, but then I remembered how efficient and clinical Rhys was with actually dealing with threats. He wants them gone, fast.