The red-eyed customer suddenly slammed his fist into the glass display case holding the Lego Twin Towers.
"BANG!"
The glass shattered on impact. Shards sliced open his fist, and blood began to pour out.
As if he couldn't feel the pain, the man continued to strike at the model.
The Twin Towers collapsed. Tragic!
It seems anything named "Twin Towers" is destined to collapse.
"Sir, I wouldn't advise doing that." Ben knew that people who caused trouble in the store usually met a grim end. "Sharp Fang! We need you here!"
Sharp Fang was the store's Beastman Guard.
His appearance was so unsightly that he usually stayed out of the main storefront, for fear of frightening the customers, young and old.
"Son of a bitch! Who's causing trouble?!" A lean, powerful Beastman stormed out in a rage. Two massive, sharp tusks, adorned with metal rings, jutted from his mouth.
"Sharp Fang was about to win this match!"
