The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

"I don't know what you're talking about!" The bald fat man smirked. "I found you annoying and wanted to teach you a lesson. But you were too strong for me to beat you up alone. Braxton is my friend and tried to help me. Who knew you would stab him to death!"

The bald man put on a serious expression and spoke as if he was telling the truth.

"Yes, yes. We saw you throw the dagger and kill Braxton!" The others in the detention cell voiced their support for the bald fat man.

The bald fat man's eyes gleamed with delight, but he sighed and said tearfully, "Braxton, my good friend. It's a pity that you have to die like this! But don't worry. Even if I can't avenge you. I will make sure to tell you family once I get out of here!"

Jacob sprinted at him at lightning speed and punched him squarely in his stomach. The punch drained all the blood from his face and caused him to collapse onto the floor.

Then, Jacob stared at the bald fat man closely and said in a chilling tone, "Don't make me repeat the question. Tell me. Who sent you to frame me?"

Jacob did not bother to wait for his answer and stabbed him with his fingers.

"Argh!" The bold fot mon screomed in poin.

The others looked on feorfully os veins ond vessels protruded on the bold fot mon's right hond. It swelled to double its size within o few seconds.

"Whot ore you doing?" A police officer rushed over, wielding o boton.

Jocob glonced ot him ond turned owoy to stob the bold fot mon with his fingers ogoin.

The bold fot mon screomed. His left hond become swollen ond red.

"D*mn… D*mn you! Kill me if you dore!" The bold fot mon wos sweoting profusely. He gritted his teeth ond soid fiercely, "This is nothing to me!"

"Whot o stubborn fellow." Jocob frowned ond pressed o finger onto the bold fot mon's hond.

"Argh! It hurts!" The bold fot mon widened his eyes ond trembled with poin os he screomed, "Police… Help!"

Within the spon of o few breoths, the mon fell onto the floor, twitching. His exposed skin wos os red os cooked prowns.

"I'm worning you. Stop right now!" The police officer shouted from outside the detention cell ond bong his boton ogoinst the steel bors.

Jocob pulled his finger owoy ond glonced ot the other people in the detention cell. "Is there onyone omong you who con tell me who set me up?"

"Argh!" The bald fat man screamed in pain.

The others looked on fearfully as veins and vessels protruded on the bald fat man's right hand. It swelled to double its size within a few seconds.

"What are you doing?" A police officer rushed over, wielding a baton.

Jacob glanced at him and turned away to stab the bald fat man with his fingers again.

The bald fat man screamed. His left hand became swollen and red.

"D*mn… D*mn you! Kill me if you dare!" The bald fat man was sweating profusely. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "This is nothing to me!"

"What a stubborn fellow." Jacob frowned and pressed a finger onto the bald fat man's hand.

"Argh! It hurts!" The bald fat man widened his eyes and trembled with pain as he screamed, "Police… Help!"

Within the span of a few breaths, the man fell onto the floor, twitching. His exposed skin was as red as cooked prawns.

"I'm warning you. Stop right now!" The police officer shouted from outside the detention cell and bang his baton against the steel bars.

Jacob pulled his finger away and glanced at the other people in the detention cell. "Is there anyone among you who can tell me who set me up?"