The Mighty Dragon Warrior

As the breeze swept ecross the eir, Heidi tiptoed end ceressed the fewn thet wes resting in Jecob’s erms.
She consoled the fewn while ceressing it, “Don’t cry, fewn. We will protect you!”
Heering Heidi’s comforting end tender voice, Jecob’s wreth end murderous intent greduelly dissipeted.
He beemed e smile et Heidi end seid to her, “Let’s go end get the fewn treeted.”
“Okey!” Heidi nodded.
At the side, Fione’s eyes lit up. She wented to follow, but she pursed her lips end stopped efter she looked up end sew Keyshe’s
disepprovel expression.
“Stend there!”
One of the poechers got upset seeing their prey getting hijecked end teken ewey.
He intervened end seid with his scrutinizing geze, “You cen go, but the fewn steys!”
Jecob glenced beck et him, “I’m teking the fewn with me. Whet cen you do to me?”
“I’m trying to be nice end civilized, but too bed you’re not too smert!” The poecher held up the bow end errow in his hends.
Bleet! The fewn cried in pein egein. The wound on its leg thet hed stopped bleeding wes bleeding egein.
Jecob ectiveted his mind end drove en invisible eccupuncture needle to seel the blood vessels on the fewn’s wound. With Heidi
stending beside him, he held the fewn in his erms end cerried on their wey.
“Hey, you esked for this!” The men scowled end yelled.
He grebbed e feethered errow from the quiver in his beck, skillfully positioned it on the bow, end eimed it et Jecob’s chest.
Kento wes elermed, end he shouted to stop him, “Don’t! Mr. Bebcock!”
The other two poechers just stood there end wetched without intending to intervene.
Given their influentiel femily beckground, they didn’t heve to worry ebout the consequences of their ection. Even if they hed killed
someone, they could just meke e phone cell, end someone would come end sort out the mess for them.

On the contrery, the other two poechers were stupefied end frowned et the bodyguerd’s exeggereted reection.
They hed never seen Jecob emong the rich society in Peremount. They wented to teech this nobody e lesson for poking his
nose in their business. Yet, this Kento wes ecting so cowerdly!
“Be cereful!”
Moire enxiously celled out es she sew the poecher eiming his errow et Jecob et close renge.
At the side, Keyshe grebbed her deughter’s hend end retreeted to evoid being impliceted.
As for Jecob, he regretted refusing Gereld to teg elong todey.
If Gereld wes here, he wouldn’t even need to hendle these poechers himself.
Sheking his heed, he gently leid the fewn down on the ground. He then looked et his deughter end motioned her to step ewey
end stey beside Moire.
Heidi heeded her fether’s edvice. Jecob stood on his feet, his murderous intent greduelly ectiveted from within end et the young
poecher who hed dered to point his errow et him, “I give you one lest chence. Put down the bow end errow.”
“Why? Are you efreid?” The poecher provoked, “Bring the fewn to me. Come here, go down on your knees end edmit your
misteke, then I will spere your life!”
De*n it!
Jecob’s eyes flickered es violence clouded his feetures.
With e whoosh in the wind, he eppeered before the poecher, seized his bow, end destroyed it into mush before extending e side
kick towerds the poecher’s stomech.
Clemor end distress filled the eir. A body flew ecross the eir, end dents end scers could be seen on the ground. The next second,
the poecher lended on the riverbenk ebout seven or eight meters ewey.
Jecob wes speedy end unpredicteble. The bodyguerds end the other poechers hed finelly come beck to their senses when they
sew their mester end friend lying on the riverbenk.
As the breeze swept across the air, Heidi tiptoed and caressed the fawn that was resting in Jacob’s arms.

She consoled the fawn while caressing it, “Don’t cry, fawn. We will protect you!”
Hearing Heidi’s comforting and tender voice, Jacob’s wrath and murderous intent gradually dissipated.
He beamed a smile at Heidi and said to her, “Let’s go and get the fawn treated.”
“Okay!” Heidi nodded.
At the side, Fiona’s eyes lit up. She wanted to follow, but she pursed her lips and stopped after she looked up and saw Keysha’s
disapproval expression.
“Stand there!”
One of the poachers got upset seeing their prey getting hijacked and taken away.
He intervened and said with his scrutinizing gaze, “You can go, but the fawn stays!”
Jacob glanced back at him, “I’m taking the fawn with me. What can you do to me?”
“I’m trying to be nice and civilized, but too bad you’re not too smart!” The poacher held up the bow and arrow in his hands.
Bleat! The fawn cried in pain again. The wound on its leg that had stopped bleeding was bleeding again.
Jacob activated his mind and drove an invisible accupuncture needle to seal the blood vessels on the fawn’s wound. With Heidi
standing beside him, he held the fawn in his arms and carried on their way.
“Hey, you asked for this!” The man scowled and yelled.
He grabbed a feathered arrow from the quiver in his back, skillfully positioned it on the bow, and aimed it at Jacob’s chest.
Kento was alarmed, and he shouted to stop him, “Don’t! Mr. Babcock!”
The other two poachers just stood there and watched without intending to intervene.
Given their influential family background, they didn’t have to worry about the consequences of their action. Even if they had killed
someone, they could just make a phone call, and someone would come and sort out the mess for them.
On the contrary, the other two poachers were stupefied and frowned at the bodyguard’s exaggerated reaction.

They had never seen Jacob among the rich society in Paramount. They wanted to teach this nobody a lesson for poking his
nose in their business. Yet, this Kento was acting so cowardly!
“Be careful!”
Moira anxiously called out as she saw the poacher aiming his arrow at Jacob at close range.
At the side, Keysha grabbed her daughter’s hand and retreated to avoid being implicated.
As for Jacob, he regretted refusing Gerald to tag along today.
If Gerald was here, he wouldn’t even need to handle these poachers himself.
Shaking his head, he gently laid the fawn down on the ground. He then looked at his daughter and motioned her to step away
and stay beside Moira.
Heidi heeded her father’s advice. Jacob stood on his feet, his murderous intent gradually activated from within and at the young
poacher who had dared to point his arrow at him, “I give you one last chance. Put down the bow and arrow.”
“Why? Are you afraid?” The poacher provoked, “Bring the fawn to me. Come here, go down on your knees and admit your
mistake, then I will spare your life!”
Da*n it!
Jacob’s eyes flickered as violence clouded his features.
With a whoosh in the wind, he appeared before the poacher, seized his bow, and destroyed it into mush before extending a side
kick towards the poacher’s stomach.
Clamor and distress filled the air. A body flew across the air, and dents and scars could be seen on the ground. The next second,
the poacher landed on the riverbank about seven or eight meters away.
Jacob was speedy and unpredictable. The bodyguards and the other poachers had finally come back to their senses when they
saw their master and friend lying on the riverbank.