"You..." Arleth was at a loss for words. Yes, Dennis was the one who hit someone. Could it be that Jacob wasn't allowed to fight back?
"You're in the wrong, so Dennis hit you. You should just stand there and let him hit you instead of fighting back," Benson, who was at the side, said.
"Sorry, I can't do that." Jacob shook his head and said, "I can't suffer any losses. If others hit me, I will fight back."
"Then tell me, how do you want to die?" Benson sneered and said, "Boy, you are just a bumpkin. What right do you have to fight back?"
"Benson, don't interfere. Leave this guy to me today." Dennis wiped the blood on his forehead and sneered, "This guy is quite strong. It's a little beyond my expectation."
"What do you want to do?" Jacqueline couldn't stand it anymore. She broke free from Keaton's grasp and stood in front of Jacob.
"Look at my head." Dennis pointed at his head and said lightly, "My head is like this. What do you think I want to do?"