"Kneel!"
The moment this one worded sounded, the eight C-Rank mercenaries' hearts palpitated as their expression went appalled. Because they felt death from the bottom of their hearts from the silver hair man standing before them.
Every sliver of their being was screaming in their head to do what they were told, or they will die horribly!
'Thud…'
The weapons in their trembling hands fell before their legs turned to jelly, and they fell on the floor, supporting themselves with their hands while their heads were down and their pale faces were filled with hazardousness.
Harrison's eyes were as wide as they could get as he looked at this scene as if he was seeing a living dream. He didn't feel anything, but he could tell Jacob had used something to have made them kneel without putting any resistance.
His entire view of Jacob upturned at this moment, and fear crept into his heart with reverence.
