Surprised, Isaac chuckled and gave up.
Branson pointed at the bald man and roared, "You punk, I am good friends with James Blackwell from the enforcement station here, so don't get cocky! Hurry up and return the money to these elderly folk. Otherwise, one phone call from me and you will all end up in jail, understand?!"
"Why don't you give it a try then?" the bald man replied with a mocking laugh.
Branson took his phone out and dialed a number, muttering, "Alright, you idiot. Just wait and see!"
The bald man also took his phone out and made a call as well. Both of them finished their calls at the same time.
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