Axel Morais' gloomy gaze landed on Isaac, and he let out a sinister smirk.
"Punk, do you know what the consequences of threatening a police officer are? Or are you still an ignorant idiot living in your mother's basement?!"
When he said that, the officers next to him burst out laughing. They didn't look like upright men of the law at all. Instead, they seemed more like alleyway thugs.
Isaac frowned. Pointing at the woman behind him, he asked, "I heard her husband was beaten to death by some foreign thugs. Why did you dump her here? Why didn't you go after the suspects?"
Axel spat on the floor. He stamped his foot and cursed, "F*ck, I was wondering why I kept getting shit hands at poker earlier. It turns out that this punk was blocking all my luck!"
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