"Quick, block all the exit!" Baron Arman ordered as he stepped into the bar with a dozen of Iranian gangsters.Scott's heart racer after catching sight of the armed men walking into the bar furiously. Each one was either welding a dagger, machete, while only one man was holding a revolver in his right hand."I warned you, kid, but you still chose to play hero. Now you're dead meat!" Baron Arman spat, his voice filled with anger,and his right hand rubbing his cheek. The spot Scott punched him earlier was still red and swollen.Scott stood in the same spot as the men that had just arrived stood a few meters away, waiting for the Baron's order.Scott glanced at their faces for a few moments before speaking, "You couldn't win in a one on one fighy so you went to bring people to help you. Just how pathetic can you be?"Hearing the words of Scott, Baron Arman's face became bright red, and his blood boiled in anger. "You are outnumbered and yet you still talk so smooth? Just who are you?"Ar
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