"Six Gentlemen? Are you the boss?" Jacob looked at Casedy, who looked like a chicken with its wings twisted, and sneered.
"Yes, I am." Casedy felt pain in his arm, but he still felt that he had to maintain his dignity as the leader, even though it was not easy for him to do so. His forehead was sweating from the pain.
"If you want to see me, you should also see my means, right?" Jacob said coldly.
"Yes, Jacob, don't go too far. You know who my grandfather is..."
Bang! Before this guy could finish his words, he felt a pain in his head. Jacob had picked up a bottle and knocked it on his head. Blood flowed down Casedy's head.
"What's wrong with your grandfather?" Jacob picked up another wine bottle. He sneered and said, "To be honest, even your father wouldn't dare to talk big in front of me. Who do you think you are? Six Gentlemen? Haha, when I first came to Capital City, the situation was much more serious than that of your Six Gentlemen. You are all trash."