Jim took a sip of his drink, then gestured toward Buzz Cut with his glass.
“Because you’re not gonna have that opportunity,” he remarked.
Buzz stood up, his tone tense. “You just wait. Stay here. I’ll bring someone back to deal with you!”
Meanwhile, Jim casually cleaned his shoes with a tissue, ignoring Buzz Cut’s threats..
Isabelle checked her watch, urging. “Hurry up, then...”
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