Just as Isaiah finished speaking and was about to make a move, a strong hand gripped his wrist, preventing Isaiah's hand from moving forward even a fraction. The immense pain from his wrist made Isaiah cry out in agony.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Let go, let go, let go!"
Donnie flung Isaiah's hand away, and the other man stumbled a few steps back, furiously glaring at Donnie once out of his reach.
"Who are you to meddle in my affairs in the West District?"
With a wave of his hand, his subordinates immediately prepared to step forward.
"My name is Donnie Block!"
Donnie stood in front of Margaret, coldly eyeing those men.
"Hold on, hold on, hold on!"
Upon hearing Donnie's name, Isaiah, regardless of the pain in his wrist, hurriedly intercepted his own men, looking at Donnie with some panic, he confirmed.
"You are Donnie Block from Block Tavern?"
"Indeed!"
Donnie nodded slightly, confidently speaking.
