"I can't deal with Jacob on my own. I need more help," said Cynthia.
"I know... I've underestimated him before." Marcellus lit a cigar and said.
She frowned and waved her hand. The cigar in his hand was then split in half. He was sitting at least five meters away from her, yet she cut his cigar in half.
He knew that she was a little weird, so he threw the cigar away and poured himself a glass of wine as he asked, "What kind of help do you need?"
"I need them to be at least on my level. Jacob is way more powerful than what you expect, and he has a solid crew with him who can kill you at any time. I'm curious why you could still be alive after offending him that much," she said.
Marcellus' face fell. Cynthia was clearly looking down on him, implying that he was no match for Jacob. He couldn't stand this with his huge ego.