Ever since he threw his first punch at Jacob, his colleague, the other swarthy man, had been curling up at the corner. By the time he got tired of punching Jacob with his fists, his colleague was foaming at the mouth and unconscious.
"Oh my God, what the hell is going on? Hancius, what happened to you? Jesus, I clearly pounded this guy, but why is he fine? Why are you the one who is injured?" The man spoke in bafflement.
His colleague had already blacked out, so he could not answer his questions. Jacob, on the other hand, whistled as if nothing had happened. With a shameless smile, he said, "I will sue you for punching me and repay them in double to you."
Jacob continued, saying, "Oh, Lord! I can't believe my eyes. Is this Magma? The one renowned for its freedom and democracy? It isn't what I've imagined. I came here to share my medicinal knowledge with your country, but you treated me like this. You've hurt me to the core. I don't think I will trust anyone ever again in my life."