The Mighty Dragon Warrior

“There’s finally some improvements.”
Jacob nodded approvingly as he looked at thirty young Dragon Guardians who stood in formation under the rain. Lewis Martial
Arts School disciples wailed and screamed all around them.
Then, he waved his hand to dismiss the young Dragon Guardians and appeared before Timothy with a single step.
Timothy looked at Jacob and saw that not a single drop of rain touched three feet around his body. Shock appeared on his
already pale face. “Is that Protective Force Field? No way!”
Jacob arched an eyebrow nonchalantly upon hearing him.
Then, he leaned down and looked at Timothy indifferently. “Listen closely because I will only say it once. I didn’t kill anyone in
that detention cell.”
Timothy forced back his terror and said, “You didn’t kill him? Are you saying the Lewis Martial Arts School’s disciple in the station
lied?”
“Believe whatever you want. I don’t care. But if you come here and cause trouble again, don’t think you can leave with such a
minor injury.” Jacob turned around and returned to the hotel.
Soon, the hundreds of Lewis Martial Arts School disciples, who were either unconscious or groaning in pain, were the only ones
who remained in the pouring rain.
“Timothy...” One of the disciples scrambled up from the ground and came to help Timothy up despite being in pain. “Those
people were too powerful! Should we call three hundred backups? Perhaps three hundred is still not enough. We should call five
hundred people!”
Hmph, since a hundred of us couldn’t defeat you b*stards, five hundred should do the trick!
I won’t stop at defeating you. Lewis Martial Arts School has a thousand disciples and strong connections throughout Paramount.
I’m confident that we will bankrupt you in less than three days!
The disciple was from a wealthy family himself. He thought ruthlessly about how he could bring down Jacob.
“Let’s not rush it but wait for Master and big brother’s return.” Timothy’s gaze turned fierce, but he suddenly recalled how Jacob
was able to prevent rain from touching him.

Protective Force Field was a standard indicator of a Grandmaster. However, even his Master, who had trained for sixty years,
was barely able to reach that threshold.
Yet, Timothy saw a young man, who could not be more than twenty-four years old, using that technique. The significance of this
sent chills down his spine.
Unfortunately, the rest of the disciples were too distracted by pain and the heavy rain to see what Timothy saw.
Furthermore, they were not as knowledgeable as Timothy. Thus, even if they did see it, they would not see its significance.
Meanwhile, Nataniel opened the door and left the small and dimly lit data room.
“Sir?” Rosalyn happened to be walking by. She looked at him with confusion before glancing at the door plate which said, ‘data
room’. “Why were you in there?”
Nataniel’s eyes flashed. “I wanted to check some information. By the way, how’s the situation at the hotel?”
“It was alright. At least no one lost their lives.” Rosalyn looked into his eyes and continued, “Sir, I would like to remind you to not
forget the reason that our Special Forces Unit exists.”
“What do you mean?” Nataniel’s mask gleamed intimidatingly.
Rosalyn replied. “The data room behind you was decommissioned last month. Did you not notice the shelves filled with useless
things and trash?”
Then, she looked at him and shook her head slightly. “Sir, don’t play with fire. If the senior leaders find out about...”
Nataniel said sternly, “You are not in the position to criticize my actions!”