"You're a good girl," Jacob looked at Phoebe and spoke. Just now, she was badly beaten by those b*stards, and her face was black and blue. He reached out and tidied her messy hair. Then, he smiled and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts." She nodded. "I'm sorry. I'm still causing you trouble. You and your girlfriend, you guys should leave quickly, or it will be very troublesome in the future. You hit their people. Whether it be the police or Hanse, they won't let you go."
"What about you?" He looked at her and asked, "You are too kind, girl. You only care about others, but you often ignore your own situation. If I leave, what will you do?"