The man stood up and launched at Jake and, with a powerful punch to the stomach, sent him crashing to the ground, vomiting blood.
"I told you... There is a huge difference between our strengths... You are weak and pathetic compared to me." The man said.
Jake struggled to stand up, cursing Smith in his heart. "If not for that cursed bidder, I wouldn't be here in the first place... Fuck that guy, and fuck smith." Jake muttered.
Jake wiped off the blood stain on his mouth and made a fist. "Haven't you had enough?" The man asked, his voice laced with mockery. "If you accept defeat and peacefully walk out of here, I won't stop you."
Jake grinned. "There won't be any need for that because the only way I'll be leaving this place is in that car, running over your skull." He said.
"Have it your way then." The man said, and launched at Jake again.
