The couple was deeply engrossed in their conversation, while Jack was fiercely engaged in battle. After all, he had to put on a show for Eric. Without a strong performance, what kind of future could he hope for?

The fight remained a stalemate.

Eric set up tables and chairs on the lawn.

When the food delivery arrived, the couriers were shocked.

"Whoa! Is this a gang fight? Scared the life out of me!"

They took a long detour to deliver the food to the villa. If it weren’t for the generous pay, they would have canceled this order on the spot.

Eric arranged the food and shouted outside, "Alright, stop fighting! It's time for supper."

Jack clenched his fist. "Mr. Johnson, I can keep fighting! I want to beat these guys so badly that their own mothers won't recognize them!"

What a battle maniac.

"Enough," Eric said. "Let them go. They can't kill you, and you can't kill them. How about arranging a rematch later?"

What a good guy!

Even those who came to kill Eric thought he was a dec