Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Encountering Death!
"You have offended someone that you shouldn’t. Now this person desires your life.
I, Jacob Stone, do not usually kill, but he has something against me. So I have to kill you. I’m sorry."
Without hesitation, Jacob sprang like a leopard. Within the blink of an eye, he was looming in front of Alex, his enormous fist positioned to come crashing down on Alex’s head.
"Wait a moment!" Alex cried desperately, his heart pounding.
Damn it! What sort of beast is he? The stranger was already here—swift, unstoppable.
Alex hadn’t even budged yet.
"Hmm?"
Jacob paused. His icy gaze narrowed.
"What else do you have to say?"
"No, friend, aren’t you contradicting yourself?" Alex stuttered.
Sweat trickled down his forehead as his thoughts tried to keep pace with the madness of the stranger.
"Didn’t you just agree not to kill me immediately after I confessed being Nathan? Now you almost crushed my skull! What’s wrong with your head?"
Jacob was momentarily stunned. "Oh... I forgot."
Mr. Hartwell : "..."
Lucy : "..."
Alex : "..."
Three seconds, and he forgot his own words? Was this brute cursed with the memory of a goldfish?
Alex could hardly believe the madness before his eyes.
"I have to kill you. If I don’t, my mom will die.
How about this I am not a unreasonable person, I’ll be standing still. You can hit me twice. Succeed, and your life belongs to you or failed your life belongs to me."
Hands clasped behind his back, Jacob stood haughtily, exuding self-confidence. Decades of powerful martial arts had hardened his body like steel.
Common weapons and swords could not strike him down. He was unbeatable.
"You said it right? ’Two times’ don’t back on it"
Alex at once darted into the kitchen, seized a butcher’s knife, and came back.
With a vicious heft, he chopped on Jacob’s neck in one, swooping blow.
The blade bounced off.
The Jacob neck carried only the faintest white mark. And the knife itself clattered off to one side, harmless. Alex stared, dumbfounded, his breath catching in shock.
"Damn!" he cursed.
"What is he made of? Steel? Who is the one that said about martial artists being powerless against knives no matter how hard they train? Bring me that liar immediately!"
His heart thumped with incredulity.
Mr. Hartwell and Lucy gaped, eyes wide, equally shocked.
Their eyes met, both shaking with terror. This man was no longer a man in their eyes—it was clearly a monster in man’s form.
"You shouldn’t be surprised," Jacob declared boastfully. "My master was always pleased with me.
He told me I would be on the pinnacle of martial art by the age of sixteen, I was more gifted than any other person he had ever encountered."
His tone overflowed with pride. If he hadn’t consumed over a dozen bottles and passed out, the government would have never able to catch him.
He has a great confidence in his strength.
"Now you have only one last hit," Jacob taunted. "Waste this last opportunity, and your life belongs to me." Cold words dripped from his words, his eyes burning like flame.
Alex’s heart cramped.
Fleeing was impossible. The brute was too swift fleeing meant fast death.
A single hit, and his skull would be mush. There was only one desperate choice left.
He held the modified electric baton tightly in his hand. The seller had pledged that this tool would knock out a bull in a single swing.
Whether it would work or not, now was the time to discover.
"Boss, don’t fail me," he whispered, hoping under his breath. "Conduct business with honor. Don’t rip me off today." His shaking hands raised the baton, staring at Jacob.
Jacob laughed. "That stick? You’re going to knock me down with a stick? Don’t be silly boy. You’re imagining things." His laughter rang out brutally, laced with contemptuous mockery.
"You’ll see soon enough."
Alex turned the baton to full capacity. With one frantic stroke, he rammed it into Jacob’s belly and flipped on the switch with all his might.
"You’re too soft. Is this tickling—?"
He couldn’t finish the sentence as he suddenly started trembling, his whole body convulsed. The electricity coursed through him, freezing his limbs, and he fell to the ground like a cut tree.
Alex reeled back, staring in shock. "What the hell? He’s still twitching?
The baton is five hundred volts! How come he’s not out yet?"
Alex acted without further thought and not wasted a second in knocking him unconscious.
"Sizzle!"
"Sizzle!"
"Sizzle!"
He rammed the baton repeatedly, ruthlessly jolting Jacob’s body, keeping him down, sparks crackled in the strained quiet of the room.
"What the hell is this?!"
Jacob shouted his heart out before going unconscious. The question arose from his very core. He could not comprehend how an ordinary lookin man had toppled his pride so easily.
Defeated, humiliated, the arrogantly proud fighter watched his world crumble.
His body shook, dizziness clouded his mind, and before a second thought could emerge, blackness engulfed him. He fell to the ground.
Alex was not relaxed at all.
Fear raged within him. What if this man suddenly sprang to life again? What if he his feigning his unconsciousness?
He would not risk it—not with his life.
Grasping the electric baton, Alex shocked Jacob repeatedly. Sparks crackled, his frame shook furiously. Every blow twisted his hair more tightly, creating pale smudges of charred black on the skin.
"Sizzle!"
"Sizzle!"
"Sizzle!"
"Sizzle!"
"Sizzle!"
The acrid scent of burnt fabric and flesh hung in the air.
Alex ceased his attacks only when Jacob’s spasm slowed, at last assured the man wasn’t going to get up again.
"Done!" he breathed, slapping his hands together.
Gladly, he returned the baton to his waist gain.
Cold sweat still trailed on his forehead. His heart still pounded at the recollection of great peril that he has just emerged from.
Fortunately, he had taken precautions. Otherwise, he would be dead by now.
The mere thought shivered him, recalling death’s closeness to him today.