"What did you say, punk? Don't get in between, kid." The man was leaning closer to Ryan. Ryan was trying to control himself from moving his punch in his stomach.
The situation had now caught everybody's attention in the diner. There were families who didn't want their kids to see a fight and some gore.
"Security, get them." a man, who seemed to be the manager of this diner asked security for help.
Few men arrived from the left door beside the washroom. It was a big diner to begin with, really big and spacious.
"Let go. Let go of it, Ryan. it's not worth it," Doc muttered to him. Ryan's eyes were still glowing red with rage in them.
"Get going, punk, or I will smash that one left eye of yours too,"
"Sir, please get away from each other." the security men stepped in.
"Move away," they pushed Ryan and those two men away. Ryan was staring at them with rage while they were grinning at him.
