Strike First

Cynthia and Jacob walked on either side of Henry.

Jacob glanced at the back of Henry's head, casually asking, "Are we really just letting that ungrateful bastard off the hook?"

"Uncle knows what he's doing," Cynthia responded.

Jacob sneered softly, muttering under his breath, "Knowing what he's doing still lets the people around him scheme against him?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Henry's steps faltered.

Cynthia and Jacob, following behind, also stopped in their tracks.

Damn, is he angry and about to make a move?

With that thought, Jacob nervously swallowed.

Although he was no longer a child, the lingering impact of "belt-cooked meat" still haunted him, leaving a huge psychological scar from his younger years.

"Jacob, take Cynthia to the car and wait for me there," Henry slightly turned his body, moving half a step to the side to shield Cynthia, his face betraying no emotion, but his tone was more serious than usual.