"You need to bring so many people in the middle of the night for a legal search? You guys seem less like you're here for an inspection and more like you're here to stir trouble."
The other party, faced with Isaac Fenton's threat, wasn't afraid, but smirked instead, "If you don't let us, I doubt you're the one looking for trouble."
Isaac Fenton nodded: "Since you've said as much, well then, be my guest."
"My master has said, the Orchard Garden is vast and thinly populated, you might need some time for the search, so take your time."
With that, Isaac Fenton moved aside.
The leader glanced at Isaac Fenton and raised his hand, his men scattered around.
Not long after, screams and dogs barking echoed from the courtyard.
Isaac Fenton, cracking sunflower seeds under the eaves, seemed utterly unconcerned by the chaos in the courtyard.
"Isaac Fenton."
The man's voice filled with suppressed rage resonated in the yard.