The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

They had not gone far from the store when Franklin glanced at his son, "Was that what you meant by talking?"

He hesitated and nodded his head casually, "But it was a great talk, he got what he deserved! It seems like you've grown a lot in the past six years."

Gazing down at the sandalwood box, Jacob raised his eyes with a faint smile, "Yeah, I picked up a thing or two over the years."

"Oh right, do you think the sword is worth ten grand?" Franklin asked with a raised brow.

Jacob looked at him reluctantly.

"Did I get cheated?" Franklin frowned, "Bloody scammers!"

"I don't think it was too far off," Jacob responded, "it is a great sword, at least it is one that has taken years to forge, and it can slice through someone's neck without seeing a drop of blood."

Franklin glared at him, "To hell with it! The sword is a gentleman's weapon, don't bring bloodshed into the conversation!"

Jacob nodded helplessly, "Whatever you say, Dad."

"A harmonious society does not call for violence all the time, what if you hurt yourself in the process?!" Franklin went on with his lecture as they walked.

Jacob curled his lips into a smile, "Yeah, Dad, sure thing."

After walking for about thirty meters, they heard a collective gasp by a crowd not far away. Following closely, the crowd on the street dispersed as a young person with short hair charged towards them with a ladies' bag.

Jacob took a glance at the side before pulling his father two steps away from the pathway.

The next second, a petite figure appeared out of nowhere from the same direction that Jacob had looked at, threw a hefty kick at the short-haired man, and sent him flying. She looked down at the man disdainfully, "Coward!"

Franklin gaped his eyes as he had another look at the lady, "Hey, aren't you Miss Murray, who was next to Master Roman the other day? What a coincidence."

Rocking a white uniform, Steph tilted her chin upwards with a prideful expression.

Meanwhile, the man who got kicked in the stomach barely got on his feet and lashed out at her, "What the hell do you think you are doing? What was that kick all about?"

Steph raised her voice, "How dare you shout at me, you robber? Go to hell!"

Finishing what she had to say, she strode up to the man and started beating the soul out of the poor man.

"Well done, heroine!" Franklin nodded his head as he praised her for her actions.

Jacob did not know how to feel when he heard the words that came out of his father's mouth.