The road was blocked by Jason and his friends.

All of them were quite robust, each taller than Eric. Four against one gave them a significant advantage over Eric.

With the backing of his friends, Jason felt emboldened. Although his friends weren't trained fighters, their muscular physiques from regular gym workouts gave them a menacing and intimidating presence.

Max, clearly frightened, retreated behind Eric and whispered, "Uncle Eric, why do they look so much like villains?"

Eric patted Max's head and smiled. "Don’t worry, Max. I am here."

Max nodded quickly. He had heard from Elly that his uncle was a formidable fighter. Three to five ordinary people couldn’t get near him.

'Three to five? That meant four should be just right.'

Jason's face twisted with a malicious grin, underlined by a simmering anger. "Lora, you still deny being involved with him? What, planning to follow him home now?

"Accepting my love while sleeping with another man—you really are a despicable woman!" he