Seeing her classmates behaving in a completely different manner than their usual behavior at school, Janelle was surprised and felt slightly uncomfortable.

If she had known this was where they were heading, she would have turned her classmates down to begin with. However, she thought it was inappropriate to back out now.

Like a bury of rabbits entering a deep forest with evil wolves, the group of youthful, pretty girls went into Shadez Bar, which was one of the most popular bars on the pub street.

A few minutes later, a car pulled over at the roadside. Gerald turned to the back seat and uttered, "We've arrived, sir."

Jacob, who was sunk in deep thoughts, lifted his head to glance at the name board of the bar and placed his hand at the door handle.

A gangster with colorful hair walked toward them from the entrance of the bar and scowled fiercely, "Hey! Are you guys tired of living?! Who allowed you to stop the car here?! Get lost now!"

After getting out of the car, Jacob stopped Gerald, who was about to get out of the car as well. "You don't have to wait for me. It might take a while before I can bring Janelle back."

Gerald was in a quandary. "I can hang around to be at your disposal, sir."


The gangster, who was ignored entirely, threw a fit and yelled, "Are you guys deaf?! Can't you hear what I say?!"

Jacob turned around and shot a glare at the gangster.

Gerald got out of the car and said, "I'll handle him, sir. Please don't waste your time on an insignificant gangster."

What the heck?! This goon is so tall and brawny! The gangster was taken aback.

"You may head back once everything is settled." After saying that, Jacob brushed past the gangster.

"F*ck! I just can't hold it in anymore!"

The gangster snarled and reached out his hand to slap Jacob. However, before he could reach Jacob, a big hand seized his wrist in mid-air.

"Damn it, you jerk! Let go of me!" The gangster fumed while struggling to break away from Gerald's seizure.

With coldness flashing through his eyes, Gerald punched the gangster in his abdomen.

Immediately, the gangster's face turned ashen. Feeling a burning sensation in his throat, he then threw up the dinner that he had just eaten.

After vomiting, the gangster slumped onto the ground like a ragged sack, his face covered in tears and nasal mucus.

"Good-for-nothing!" Gerald released his hand disdainfully and turned to get into the car.

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