The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Kevin's gaze swept past the room before he walked out of the room quietly.
"Have a nice day ahead, Mr. Vasquez, Mr. Chegg."
Colin accompanied them until the door, with his head hung slightly low. Ever since the moment he took the name card from
Kevin, their position had been unequal.
Not far behind him, a pale complexion appeared on Matt's drunken face.
"Could it be that they gave us the wine because Jacob was here?" someone asked in a low voice.
"Did you guys notice that colleague of Collin who seemed to be having a high-rank? He told Mr. Vasquez just now that it was his
honor to meet Jacob!" another person speculated.
"Could Jacob be playing poor?" Mr. Wine Expert nudged his glasses.
Playing poor? Everyone's gazes fell on Matt, who had become as still as a statue at this point.
"I'm not sure about that, but what I'm definitely sure about is that Matt is a dumbass," someone from the crowd mocked.
Matt remained immobile with a dark look on his face. Even without looking at the crowd, he knew that they were gleefully
awaiting a good showdown as they looked at him.
Damn it! Back in university, he always liked to challenge me! Now, at the reunion, not only did he hit me with a wine bottle, he
also gave me such a huge embarrassment! I'll definitely settle the score with you, Jacob! he roared in his mind.
However, at this very moment, the world blacked out in front of him as he fell to the ground with a thud.
"Call the ambulance, while I'll foot the bill," Colin instructed with a disdainful smirk on his face. After giving a shake of his head,
he turned around and went away.

Around half an hour later, at an alley behind the Grand Imperial Hotel, there was a street food stall that sold skewers.
"Boss, give me another ten pork skewers!" Harry, whose hands and mouth were oily, placed another order loudly.
The busy owner of the stall replied in a thick accent, "Gotcha!"
"You're still as shameless as ever!" Looking at the expression on Harry's face, Geoffrey remembered the fine wine just now. "So,
how did the wine taste just now?"
"The taste?" Harry puckered his lips as he tried to recall. "I gulped it down in a hurry, so I didn't bother tasting it."
"It's all wasted on you!" Geoffrey looked at him contemptuously.
Jacob smiled as he listened to their conversation. "If you like it, I can buy you another bottle."
If I were to send him such a gift, it won't be just a simple Cabernet Gernischt. I would give the limited edition, at the very least.
Geoffrey waved airily, as if he was not interested in that, for fear that Jacob might spend a lot of money on it. "Forget it, it's not
suitable for me anyway."
"That's right! This beer is so much better!" Harry nodded and laughed as he raised his beer. "Here's a toast for our friendship!"
David also raised his beer with an honest smile on his face.
"Now, why weren't you so forward with us just now in the hotel?" Harry rolled his eyes at him.
"It was uncomfortable in there." He shook his head.
"Oh, David, I guess you could only find a living by being a farmer!" Harry also shook his head at David.
Geoffrey, on the other hand, rolled his eyes at Harry. "Perhaps we might be envious of David in the future."

"Must you always contradict what I say?" Harry shot a sideways glance at him. "You're such a troll!"
Seeing that both of them started bickering, Jacob smiled. However, in the next second, a sharp glint flashed across his eyes.
Not far from the alley, a man with messy hair and a strong body odor was walking toward them.