"You will die a terrible death." Wallace sneered. He and Jacob walked to the center of the boxing ring. He stared at Jacob and said, "It's too late to admit defeat now."
"I haven't fought yet. How can I admit defeat?" Jacob grinned and said, "Please, I don't think there is anyone as confident as you. I think even if I can't defeat you, I have to try. Otherwise, I will be unwilling to give up."
"Congratulations. I'm afraid you'll have to spend the next few months in the hospital. I suggest you wear some things for protection. Otherwise, it won't be good to hurt you," Wallace said.
"No, since it's a fight, we have to disregard all the rules." Jacob said, "It's more interesting to fight like that. We can also distinguish the strength of a person. Don't you think so?"