When the four men behind the glass door saw that a young man had appeared, their faces turned fierce and menacing.
One of them approached Isaac and roared, "You punk, stay out of our business, or you will regret it!"
Another man pulled out a broadsword from under the table and brandished it in Isaac's direction. It was at least a few feet long.
Suddenly, someone clapped on Isaac's shoulder. It was the old man from just now.
"Young man, I've already called my son. Don't be impulsive. It would be bad if you get hurt."
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