Jacob would protect about being a prize ox, but he's rather got his hands full at the moment. His opponent isn't bad, per se, he might even make some money if he ever fought at Robert Topping's fight club. He catches Jacob on the jaw at one point, and there's a burst of metallic taste in his mouth.

He laughs, releasing some of the tension and pain the blow caused, and dives right back in, both fists moving, pushing the other man as he dodges to avoid some of the blows. Which, unfortunately for him, he doesn't. A little off his balance, Jacob takes advantage and grabs him by the wrist, pulling him in close while ducking and twisting, tossing the man over his shoulder. He's done it before of course, but he does it now because Wen Kexing is watching.

so what if it's showing off? You want your employer to know what you can do, right? It's not just a show of brute strength. It's just unfortunate that it backfires because some of the gang don't think this is fair, and pile in.

He grins, wiping the blood from his mouth and throwing another punch.