Five minutes later.
Good luck come knelt in front of Jack.
Good luck come was a tall and thin young man who was kneeling on the ground tied up by Eighth Day. He was smiling. "Sir, I'm so blind that I didn't recognize you. How dare I rob you. Damn it! Please just ignore me and let me go."
This guy was aggressive when he came. He had been shouting at Jack since he was far away.
Of course, Jack didn't disappoint him. He appeared in front of that man in a second, and what waiting for him was a "warm treat" of Eighth Day.
"Clap!"
Jack slapped him.
"Cut the crap. Open the light screen and do me a favor."
Jack found that he was much stronger.
He had tried his best to restrain his strength, but the young man's face was still swollen.
"Sir, can I keep my life if I do a favor for you?"
The young man covered his face and asked cautiously.
"Clap!"
Another slap.
Both sides of the young man's face were swollen and looked well proportioned.