Jacob snorts when his fighting ability is called into question, locking eyes with one of the thugs across the way that had been looking Wen Kexing up and down with an unpleasant smirk.

"I've never been caught," well that's not exactly the truth, but he's never been caught here. "And I bet I could give these foozlers of yours a run for their money."

There's a moment, a second where perhaps the translator fails, or maybe they really are just that stupid, but the man standing off behind his boss clearly is having difficulty with at least one word in that sentence.

"In fact, I'll fight that one for you right now," Jacob offers, pointing at the bastard, just to put him out of his misery. "Then you can put me on a hard job."