Isabelle turned to Jim. “You calling, or should I?”
Before Jim could reply, the scar–faced guy struggled to his feet and said, “Kid, which gang are you with? Do you even know who we are?”
Jim calmly said, “A lawyer, a student...”
Scar–faced guy said, “Lawyer, student, you’ve got guts! I’m with the Triad. If you dare mess with the Triad and walk out of this bar tonight, I’ll give you my head to use as a chamber pot!”
The scar–faced guy barked at his underlings, “Go get all the guys from the nearby spots over here!”
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