As Jacob walked down the hill, he was stopped by a group of four to five men along the way.
"Jacob, you're finally here! I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Warrick smirked at Jacob.
Behind him was a group of fierce-looking men wielding clubs in their hands.
"Why are you waiting for me?" Jacob shot Warrick an icy glance. "If you're looking for a fight, you lot are no match for me. Yesterday, I took out more than ten men from the Anderson family single-handedly. Do you think just a handful of you can defeat me?"
"Hahaha! Jacob, how dare you speak with such arrogance before knowing who I brought with me? You'll naturally learn their identities once you're begging for mercy on your knees!"
Laughing heartily, Warrick was unfazed by Jacob.
Warrick had seen for himself what happened yesterday. Baldy and his men were nothing more than incompetent street thugs who were each defeated by a single punch from Jacob.
