But then Jack thought, if it were his pre-transmigration self, his performance probably wouldn't have been much better.
They say people's thinking and personality beco fixed in middle age, but now it seems more like after experiencing countless setbacks, he finally realized he wasn't the protagonist of this world and resigned himself to his fate.
No wonder so many people in his previous life loved reading rebirth novels, imagining themselves as the reborn protagonist, dominating everything, doing whatever they wanted, surrounded by beauties, and living a life of unbridled glory. Thinking back to when he first arrived in this world, he was extrely cautious, only able to suppress the urge to fight back when bullied by thugs.
[A/n: Bro, you were weaker than captain A*ric before serum, foreget about fighting back, you die just from beating.]
As his strength gradually increased and his interactions with the various protagonists of this world deepened, his personality began to beco more flamboyant.
At least in his previous life, he wouldn't have done sothing like comparing sizes in the toilet.
A song with crackling static filled the room, waking Jack from his reverie. Looking up, he saw Paul fiddling with an old-fashioned radio on the wall.
Seeing that both Reacher, lying on the bed, and Jack, who was looking down and seemingly lost in thought, were looking at him at the sa ti, Paul instinctively shrank back and weakly explained, "I just wanted to see if I could hear a Beatles song. Their songs can comfort . When I had a cold, my mom would always sing 'Rocky Raccoon.'"
Jack smiled and sat down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder and comforting him, "You should try to get so sleep. You look terrible. I know you were scared and didn't sleep a wink last night."
He had heard "Rocky Raccoon" before; it told an absurd story.
"That's because I saw you knock soone's bones out and gouge out another person's eyes." Paul still looked shaken.
Reacher got up from the bed nonchalantly. "They started it."
"If I go out, they might kill ." Paul continued the topic that had been interrupted earlier, but was then interrupted by the guard's knocking on the door.
Reacher walked to the door and took three plates through the small window under the door. The plates contained little food: a sandwich and a few beans as a side dish.
He handed the plates to Jack and Paul, who then wolfed down their food. Jack ate quickly as well; he hadn't eaten all night and, after his warm-up exercises, was starving.
Paul had no appetite and gestured that he could give them his sandwich.
Reacher unceremoniously cut his sandwich in half and handed one half to Jack.
"Are you important to them?" Reacher asked between bites, finally showing so interest.
Paul hesitated, then nodded solemnly. "Very important."
"Then you'll be fine, but now that soone's dead, it ans they're getting nervous. If things continue to escalate, that's when things will really get dire."
Feeling there was sothing wrong with Reacher's reasoning, Jack, sitting next to Paul, shook his head.
"No, he's already in trouble. Those people aren't after you or ; they want to kill Paul."
Seeing their surprised looks, Jack continued to explain.
"Their instructions were probably to target people who wear glasses. Originally, only Paul wore glasses, but then you stole a pair of sunglasses, which is why they were a bit suspicious in the shower earlier."
"The first group might have just been a warning to him, but for so reason, the others were instructed to kill Paul. The situation outside has probably changed. I guess you guys will be out soon."
Feeling that Jack's words made sense, Reacher nodded. "I don't care about that. I'll leave here as soon as I get out of prison. Margrave is turbulent and fraught with danger; I don't want to get involved."
Jack thought to himself, 'That's not up to you. Your only family in this world is in my hands. You'll co back to to repay my debt later.'
Seeing Paul still standing there silently, Jack didn't try to get more information out of him. After all, they'd only known each other for less than a day, and expecting him to imdiately reveal everything and ask for their help was unrealistic.
Fortunately, just as he had predicted, less than an hour after lunch, a prison guard arrived, and all three were declared innocent and released.
Although he had only spent less than a day in prison, when Jack stood outside the high walls, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, he still felt a sense of relief from the inside out.
Even though he had voluntarily gone to prison, the feeling of being deprived of his freedom was still unpleasant, and he never wanted to experience that oppressive atmosphere again.
"My wife is here to pick up," Paul said, pointing to a luxury car with a Jaguar emblem not far away.
"Thank you for protecting inside. I urgently need to take care of so things now. If it's convenient, I'd like to treat you to a al later."
He looked at the two of them expectantly after saying that.
Reacher looked nonchalant. "Don't look at , I never use a cell phone."
Jack rattled off a number — the one from the prepaid phone he'd given Finlay.
Watching Paul get into the car and drive away, Jack turned to Reacher and asked, "Any plans?"
Reacher stroked his stubble. "Find a place to pack up. So jerk said I looked too slovenly. Then I'll rest in town for the night, and find a ride away tomorrow."
"Let's go together then. I have a car; you can hitch a ride with tomorrow."
Reacher remained noncommittal. Just as the two were about to find transportation back to town, a police car slowly pulled up and stopped in front of them.
"I think soone with no money, no identity, and no car should need a ride."
A delicate face popped out of the open window — it was Officer Roscoe, carrying a plastic file bag containing the money and belongings confiscated from Reacher when he entered the police station.
"This is a video from two days ago, sent by the long-distance bus company." Roscoe pulled out her phone and showed Reacher a video clip.
"Given your solid alibi, you are acquitted."
Seeing Reacher's gaze fall on Jack, Roscoe rolled her eyes dramatically. "His arrest warrant was withdrawn; the plaintiff couldn't bear to see the little darling suffer in jail and dropped the case."
She then made a vomiting face to express her disdain for the scumbag.
Jack was nearly fuming with anger, but he had to maintain a nonchalant smile. He truly couldn't handle Justine; he'd have to appease her later, as he'd need this computer expert's help many tis in the future.
[A/n: Man, is this funny to the readers, I an all getting is anger and irritation. Please go suck Justine on Chris behalf.]
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