The Mighty Dragon Warrior

After a brief chat, Jacob instructed someone to bring his family and the others upstairs to their rooms. Soon, only two people
were left in the opulent restaurant.
Lewis Martial Arts School? Stephan Lewis is the owner and a top martial artist in Paramount. Don’t they have eighteen sworn
brothers and two thousand disciples? Does this mean the one who died in the detention cell was the youngest of the sworn
brothers?
After listening to Jerry’s report, Jacob considered briefly before waving his hand calmly, “Release those three men after you
punished them. If more of them come here, I don’t care whether he is the top martial artist in Paramount. Everyone who comes
with evil intentions must be punished.”
Rain poured outside the window. But that did not stop them from returning the bull statue to its original location.
Jacob’s eyes flashed intimidatingly as he said, “The most important thing now is to investigate the Meteorites. Then, we shall
wipe them out at once.”
That was what we did when we destroyed Cruor Sect. However, we were working with Paramount’s Ministry of Defense at the
time. But now...
Jacob had a feeling that the officials were acting against him in secret. An intimidating aura surged from him. I have managed to
conquer even the turbulent and ruthless Four Outer Districts. Why would I be scared of a lone Central Federation?
“Sir!” The tall and intimidating Gerald stood at the restaurant entrance before coming in. “A large crowd of people is coming this
way.”
“Hah, do they have nothing else better to do?” Jacob sneered coldly.
“Sir, allow me to go down to deal with it.” Jerry’s eyes turned ferocious. “It happens to be raining. We can spill as much blood as
we want, and the rain will wash it away.”
Jacob looked at the bloodlust in Jerry’s eyes and waved his hand. Then, he turned to Gerald and ordered, “Tell Tres and the
others to guard upstairs. Jerry and I will go down to see what’s going on.”
“Yes, sir.” Gerald bowed respectfully.
The sky was still covered with dark clouds. The rain had become heavier than before.

A crowd of men in black raincoats braved the heavy downpour as they traversed the wide streets, heading toward the Pavillion
urgently.
Their breaths rose in the cold rain and formed a cloud over them.
In the midst of all this, three figures were tossed out of the hotel’s front door. They rolled in the puddles before coming to a stop
near the approaching crowd.
At the same time, thirty young Shadow Rangers, all stern but calm, marched out of the brightly lit hotel entrance.
“Tytus, Vytus, Kytus, what happened to you?” Three people walked out of the crowd and went to help the Heroic Trio.
“Cough... Cough...”
Tytus’ face was swollen with bruises. He coughed and tried to stand up with the help of the other disciples.
He looked at the familiar faces in front of the crowd and clenched his teeth with shame. “I have brought shame to our Master!”
Vytus and Kytus trembled and covered their heads with their hands in shame.
Someone standing at the front of the crowd asked, “Are you sure Braxton was killed by the man named Jacob?”
“That’s right!” Tytus expression turned ferocious. “There is a disciple from Lewis Martial Arts School at Station No. 7. He heard
from those in the detention cell that Braxton was stabbed to death. However, the murderer was wealthy and influential so, no one
in the detention cell dared to testify against him. Therefore, the station had no choice but to release him!”