Last night I had to go into the bar that was in Tyger Claw turf, and have a rough chat with one of their dragons about his behavior towards working girls. I scaled the side of the building, cut across some fire escapes and went in through a neighboring building to bypass most of his security. I choked out his two body guards and we had our chat.
Well, talks went sideways and he drew iron with flame to powder so I had to shoot my way out of the bar. It was ugly, place really got wrecked, and right as I was making my way to the street, one of those goons threw a grenade and it took out a street vender cowering next to me. I felt bad about that, I was at least partially responsible for him being hurt. Luckily it didn't kill him. So I held the spot until I put them all down, then drove him to a hospital and paid for his wounds.
At least in my head I did, lol, what I really did was make sure he was alive, and then drove to the ocean and tossed in my four favorite guns. I thought of it as me pawning them for his medical bills. :P