He doesn't interrupt even as the men begin dogpiling Jacob. For one, he is fairly certain he can handle it, for another they want to look good, having to wade in would certainly put an end to that. Still, he's impressed, he has yet to actually see Jacob fight in any capacity, and from what he can tell of the style he's using he's talented. There's absolutely nothing there that should put them at a disadvantage.

Even if Livius' men are prone to cheating.

"The price of the bet goes up for every man he knocks down, doesn't it?" Wen Kexing asks, loud enough to be heard over the scuffle. Livius grunts in a way he hopes is agreement but could mean anything. In the corner of his eye he sees something, a flash of metal as someone tries to join the fray with a knife. The motion of his own hands is easily hidden beneath the length of his sleeve, sending out a little qi to have that particular opponent staggering off course, careening into one of his buddies and dropping the weapon in the process.

"Your men are getting desperate. Haven't they been properly challenged in a while?"