"No, over my dead body. This back alley barber has no right to..."
Before Cameron could finish screaming, a sharp dagger was pressed to his throat. The pain from the sharp blade made him pause.
"Keep squawking, and I'll cut a hole in your throat," Isaac said icily.
The barber was shocked.
"Sir, don't be afraid. Just shave it all off." Isaac forced Cameron, who didn't dare move a muscle, into a seat.
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