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"I advise you all not to meddle in this, it's between me and this stall owner," Hanson said to the students.

Though he wasn't afraid to act against Jake, he realized that hurting too many Princeton University students would lead to more serious consequences, something he didn't want to see.

However, the students, full of youthful energy, were not intimidated by him. Moreover, with many other Princeton University students present, they felt more confident and couldn't stand by while their professor was being bullied.

"You guys don't need to get involved," Jake finally spoke, "I can handle this myself."

Jake also didn't want to see the students get hurt, especially not on his account. Besides, he was confident he could handle the situation.

This reassurance from Jake relieved Hanson's worry, but he was also surprised. If those students had attacked, not only would his plans have gone awry, but with so many students around, his small group wouldn't stand a chance.

"This guy must be brainless. Does he think he can take on so many of us alone?" Hanson ridiculed Jake, thinking that he must be crazy to speak like that.

" reparation up quickly, stop the nonsense, and don't waste our time," Hanson said, not wanting to prolong the standoff and risking the students getting involved.

"I won't pay," Jake shook his head firmly.

"Then don't blame us for being rude," Hanson threatened, "Guys, let's flip his stall!"

"I dare anyone to try!" Jake stopped Alan, who wanted to defend him, and stepped forward. His calm expression vanished, replaced by a serious and intense look with a strong killing intent.

Jake had killed people before, not in this world but in another one. His aura was different from an ordinary person's, and these inexperienced young men were momentarily frightened by his presence.

Reacting to Hanson's order, his gang members felt ashamed and angry. They wanted nothing more than to pin Jake down and pummel him to restore their pride.

Without hesitation, several young men, with ferocious expressions, headed toward Jake's stall. Some wanted to flip his tables, others aimed for his barbecue grill, and a few even considered attacking Jake directly.

Unperturbed, Jake calmly threw a punch at the approaching gang members, causing one of them to collapse to the ground before he could even react.

Jake's current strength was far beyond that of an average person. He held back with that punch; otherwise, he might have shattered the guy's head!

Nevertheless, the power Jake displayed was terrifying. With just one punch, he knocked someone unconscious, making everyone present wonder about his true strength. The Princeton University students who had intended to help Jake hesitated, some looking on in shock while others pulled out their phones to record videos and take pictures.

After dealing with one person with a single punch, Jake didn't stop and charged towards another one. This guy had just kicked one of Jake's tables, feeling triumphant as he sought his next target. However, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his rear as a tremendous force sent him flying. He flew five or six meters before crashing heavily to the ground, losing several teeth in the process.

"Die!" Meanwhile, another youth raised a chair, planning to launch a surprise attack on Jake from behind.

As if possessing eyes on his back, Jake swiftly dodged to the side and followed up with a sidekick to the guy's abdomen. The intense pain made the guy's body arch like a shrimp, and his face turned red with his eyes almost popping out.

"Ah!" A miserable cry escaped his mouth, and he lost control of his body, stumbling backward several steps before falling to the ground. Clutching his stomach, he emitted a sound akin to a pig's scream, sending shivers down everyone's spine. The remaining few couldn't evade Jake's attacks either and suffered equally, crying out in agony.

"Now, it's just you left. What do you say we do?" Jake approached Hanson, his expression indifferent.

Hanson stared at Jake in a daze, struggling to accept what he had just witnessed. How could his numerous men be easily dealt with by Jake in just a few moves? Why was Jake so skinny yet so powerful? And how could he be so fast? Was he even human? Why was he so strong?

With a swift motion, Jake slapped Hanson's face, leaving behind a few blood-red fingerprints. "I asked you a question, can't speak?" Jake said coldly.

"S-sorry." The slap not only hurt Hanson but also woke him up. He realized that he and his men were no match for Jake, especially now when he was the only one left. He was not a peerless expert .

"Done?" Jake said calmly.

"boss, what should we do?" Under Jake's scrutinizing gaze, Hanson stuttered, unable to speak coherently.

"Organize everything and compensate for the damages, including the cost of the barbecue you all ate earlier," Jake said. Then, he leaned closer to Hanson and whispered, "Additionally, I hope those who caused trouble for me will receive their due punishment." He glanced sideways at the trembling barbecue stall owners who had backed away.

"Understood." Although Hanson wasn't skilled in fighting, he had a knack for understanding Jake's intentions and immediately grasped the situation.

"What do you understand? I haven't said anything!" Jake straightened up and said to Hanson, "Pay up and get lost!"

"Yes, yes." Hanson nodded repeatedly, "You guys, get up and tidy things up. If everything isn't cleaned up properly, I'll clean you up!"

While handing over the money to Jake, Hanson reprimanded the people he brought along. He didn't dare confront Jake, but he had no qualms reprimanding his own men.

Hanson had realized that he had kicked an iron plate today and accepted his defeat. But the losses from today had to be reimbursed, and he wanted to make sure some people got their "retribution" as well.