Chapter - 140
A while later, in a dimly lit room, Jacob exhaled a cloud of smoke as he leaned back in his chair. Across from him, bound to a wooden post, stood the leader of the barbarian stronghold—a heavy-set man with a thick, unkempt beard matted with dried blood. His nose had clearly been broken more than once, leaving it slightly crooked, and his deep-set eyes glared at Jacob with a mix of fury and defiance. Blood dripped from the man's nose; his face was bruised and swollen from the earlier fight.
Jacob tapped the ashes of his cigarette onto the floor. "This is the second time I'm asking," he said, his voice calm but laced with warning as he flicked his lighter open and shut. "After this, I won't be so patient."
Beside him, a young woman in her early twenties shifted uneasily. Her short brown hair was uneven, as if hastily cut, and her striking blue eyes flickered between Jacob and the bound barbarian.