As Jacob walked down the hill, he was stopped by a group of four to five men along the way.
"Jacob, you're finally here! I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Warrick smirked at Jacob.
Behind him was a group of fierce-looking men wielding clubs in their hands.
"Why are you waiting for me?" Jacob shot Warrick an icy glance. "If you're looking for a fight, you lot are no match for me. Yesterday, I took out more than ten men from the Anderson family single-handedly. Do you think just a handful of you can defeat me?"
"Hahaha! Jacob, how dare you speak with such arrogance before knowing who I brought with me? You'll naturally learn their identities once you're begging for mercy on your knees!"
Laughing heartily, Warrick was unfazed by Jacob.
