A few others also had the same idea as Jacob, but their words carried little weight, and their ability was limited. They were different from Jacob, who had taken a big step. She sighed slightly, held Jacob's arm, and was about to leave.
Just then, more than ten tattooed gangsters that were wearing vests ran over. The leader was a fat man with a fierce face. He pointed at the old man and snarled, "That old man is over there. Quick!"
The group of people ran to the old man. Ropeth, the leader, kicked over the food in Gahman's hand and scolded at the same time, "Old dude, do you still want to appeal? I'll let you appeal! I think you are tired of living."
Ropeth struck and kicked the old man, Gahman. At such an old age, Gahman couldn't dodge his attack at all. With his unyielding personality, he just protected his head and face and didn't make a sound, but the gangsters kept punching and kicking at him.