"Hmm? Are they martial artists?" Todd frowned, looking at the four black-clad men charging toward them.
He keenly sensed the spiritual energy emanating from them, which wasn't weak.
"No," Isaac replied, lighting a cigarette.
He added, "You go and handle it."
The four black-clad men, daggers in hand, rushed to both sides and the front of the car. The leader shouted in broken Cynean, "Isaac, aren't you coming out to die?!"
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