As pain and suffering descended upon him he felt himself getting rolled over as the man he'd insulted started stabbing him over and over again in the chest until he was pulled off, Jack's world starting to slowly descend into a spiral of darkness. He'd always wondered what would happen if the injury wasn't actually something that was near fatal, but was in fact... deadly. Maybe it was time to go meet great uncle hades after all.
"Holy fuck, James, what's your fucking problem, he's dead already." One of them proclaimed as they stood over the lifeless remains of Jack Daniels, kicking him with their boot to prove it. "Let's get the fuck out of here, the last thing we need is to explain this shit to the cops." True, pressing charges got you nowhere, but reasoning out why there was a dead body was a lot harder, especially if you had no visible proof they were a super powered being. Within a few minutes the mob had left, helping their wounded limp out...
... while on the ground Jack's body lay sprawled out as a growing puddle of blood pooled out around him.