"Listen up, Finny Kingsly because I'm only going to say this once." Cobra led with his full name and he immediately noticed the image on the lacrima beginning to shake. "If I have to listen to one more complaint out of your narcissistic ass then we're both going to be having a bad time at your house."
"W-Wuh, who are you?!"
"That's not important right now. Let me tell you what kind of advice I'd give to a worthless scumbag like you." He got even closer to the lacrima, making the blurry figure on the other end grow smaller as it pulled back. "I'd say move as far away from your wife as possible, as it's clear you aren't providing the other half of the bargain, no matter what you say about work. Send her a check every month, let her know she's still being supported, and never again set foot in that house."
"Y-You can't tell me what to do! You don't know my life!" The screaming grew even shriller than before. Good, he was getting nice and frightened.
"That's true, all I know is your full name, the name of your wife, all five of your kid's names, where they all live, the fact that you've been secretly gambling away what little savings you have, and oh, the fact that your wife isn't even the first person you see every night."
That made the figure straight up freeze. "You wouldn't…this isn't being recorded, is it? You can't prove anything, I'll sue!"
"Funny, I think the other woman is a lawyer, you could always hire her. But it won't really matter much either way."
"W-Why's that?"
For the first time since the conversation began, Cobra gave a wry smile. "Because you won't be around long enough to make an appeal."