Sheila gritted her teeth as she watched Izzy and her men raise their weapons. She knew her actions would spark a showdown, but she didn't expect the situation to escalate to this extent.
"Don't blame me, Sheila. You chose this," Izzy said.
Izzy was dead serious. There was no hesitation on her face at all. Her men stepped forward, dragging their weapons on the ground. The creaking between the iron and the castings created tension between them.
Naturally, Sheila stepped back, but her steps stopped when she bumped into Klaus.
"Boss." She bit her lip as she looked at her boss. Her face said she was sorry, making a mess of the situation.
"I know," Klaus replied.
He then stepped forward, facing dozens of gangsters ready to take his life. However, Izzy stopped approaching.
"Scram, brat," he said. "Don't make me add another dead man."
Klaus chuckled. "There's no way I'm going to stand by when I find out you're going to kill my men."
