The bald man in the red cloak crashed into the wall, cracking it. Then, his body fell to the floor.
He roared, pressing his hand against the floor, he tried to stand up and run.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him. Before he could even raise his head, Isaac stomped his right foot on his chest.
"I actually thought you were very impressive. Now, you just look like trash," Isaac said coldly, looking down at the man.
"You asshole, I‘m going to kill you now!" Kingston roared from behind. His features were twisted into a snarl as he ran toward the man with his gun.
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