"My van is a block down the street. The faster we--excuse me." the Punisher says, suddenly interrupted by the man's racial epithet.
He takes two strides for a little momentum, then drives the point of his steel-toed boot straight into the man's groin as though he were kicking a field goal.
There's another scream and the man tries to curl into the fetal position, but can't while Gio is still holding his arm.
"The next time you talk without being asked a direct question, I'm going to cut your tongue out of your mouth and make you wear it. We clear?" he asks.
He looks back up at Gio.
"Let's use you method for the moment." Punisher says, as if the man between them hadn't spoken at all.
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