[Johnnie glowers at the threat, though it isn't unexpected or anything. He's almost more surprised they're being let go. Dante must have a shred of common sense.]

Watcha, asshole, same to you.

[Though if Dante is to be taken seriously, the World Enders must not have much territory anymore these days. Something went real wrong here. At least he and Chrissy can make sure there's still some reputation left, make sure these motherfuckers fear them just like they should.

Johnnie is too high on adrenaline to think about his nose right now. He strides on out through the middle of everyone, pistol at the ready in case any of them so much as lift a finger in the wrong direction, and once out of the building he pivots to keep an eye on the door for a moment as the two of them retreat, making sure the gang doesn't get up and chase. A few of them pour out the front door, but go no further than the edge of the sidewalk surrounding the building.

Even so, Johnnie eyes them, pistol pointed their way to keep them at bay while he walks out through the parking lot.]

You got it in you to make an example of 'em? They gotta know they can't follow us or they're fucked.