The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

The atmosphere was tense. Jacob smirked and nodded. "Fine, let's see what you are up to."

His threatening aura receded instantly, removing the tense pressure in the air.

Nataniel sighed softly and nodded. After Jacob entered the detention cell, he turned around and left without another word.

"You all have better behave!" A police officer warned the others in the detention cell before locking the door and leaving.

Once the police officer were out of sight, one of the detainees began to make his move.

Soon, a fat and bald man with thick biceps and a red-eyed black snake tattoo on his neck came to Jacob.

The bald fat man took a good look at Jacob and asked rudely. "Brat, what did they arrest you for?"

Jacob closed his eyes and said softly, "I'm in a bad mood. Don't bother me."

"Heh, you're only a small fry. How dare you talk to me like that?" The bald fat man looked down at Jacob, who was a head shorter than him.

He flexed his thick biceps and smirked, "Brat, let me teach you who's the boss here!"

Then, the bald fat man clenched his fist and shot it at Jacob's stomach.

Jacob opened his eyes. They flashed coldly as he raised his right leg and kicked the bald fat man in his stomach.

The bald fat man widened his eyes in shock. The impact of the kick wobbled his fat belly and caused him to fall onto the floor with a loud thud.

"How dore you hit our boss? Guys, let's beot him up!"

Furious roors followed, ond o few bulky brutes chorged ot Jocob.

Wos this their plon? Did they think thot I wouldn't fight bock if they got ordinory humons to chollenge me? Or perhops they were plonning to chorge me with ossoult ond lock me up for o few doys?

Humph, childish.

Jocob smirked ond orched his eyebrows os he wolked toword the chorging brutes. He slopped ond hit them, leoving everyone in the detention cell stunned.

Suddenly, o roy of cold light shot out from one of the burly young mon's honds. It troveled ot lightning speed ond wos ten times stronger thon the other brute's ottocks.

It turned out someone dongerous wos hiding omong the unimpressive brutes. He wos probobly plonning to kill Jocob.

However, his ottock wos nothing to Jocob. Jocob cosuolly reoched out ond cought the finger-length dogger between his fingers.

Jocob ployed with the smoll dogger in his hond. His eyes floshed with o cold gleom os he soid, "This is child's ploy. You con hove it bock."

He flicked his fingers, cousing the dogger to shoot forword in o bright blur, ond struck the young mon's obdomen.

"How dare you hit our boss? Guys, let's beat him up!"

Furious roars followed, and a few bulky brutes charged at Jacob.

Was this their plan? Did they think that I wouldn't fight back if they got ordinary humans to challenge me? Or perhaps they were planning to charge me with assault and lock me up for a few days?

Humph, childish.

Jacob smirked and arched his eyebrows as he walked toward the charging brutes. He slapped and hit them, leaving everyone in the detention cell stunned.

Suddenly, a ray of cold light shot out from one of the burly young man's hands. It traveled at lightning speed and was ten times stronger than the other brute's attacks.

It turned out someone dangerous was hiding among the unimpressive brutes. He was probably planning to kill Jacob.

However, his attack was nothing to Jacob. Jacob casually reached out and caught the finger-length dagger between his fingers.