King's Back

Chapter 45 Big B’s Tragedy

Harry was stunned right then and there and didn’t move at all.

Right at that moment, Jackson took a step forward and sent flying the over fifty kilo Tibetan Mastiff with a kick.

The dog fell on the ground and howled in pain.

Bob Giovanni was stupefied, that guy dared to kick his beloved dog!

The boss was no fool, he soon understood that guy had skill. Not just anyone could send flying a Tibetan Mastiff with a kick.

But in the south of the city he was the one in charge. If someone opposed him, he just diced with death.

Besides, he had ten companions with him, the ringleader had nothing to fear.

As Big B was about to call his subordinates to rush against Jackson, he heard Jackson say:

“These many aren’t enough. You should call all your friends to come out and play!”

Bob measured Jackson up and down. This man was quite something, absolutely crazy.

The gang boss shook his arm, “You sure have some fucking balls. Fine, if you want to die that badly, I’ll grant you your wish. Men, come over here!”

Ten thugs quickly rushed out from the factory and warehouse.

These men all held weapons in their hands such as steel pipes, baseball bats and hammers.

This group of menacing people all surrounded Jackson and Harry.

Harry gulped in fear and looked at Jackson with pleading eyes.

He just started training with Jackson one day ago and already had to be in such a fight. He didn’t even know any moves yet!

Jackson stood proudly as his eyes swept through the faces in the crowd like knives.

One of the thugs holding a steel pipe took the lead and tried to hit Jackson’s head, but as soon as he lifted the steel pipe to strike Jackson sent him flying with a kick.

The kick made him fly upside down and even knocked down two men in a row before finally stopping.

In a short moment that steep pipe was already in Jackson’s hand. He weighted the pipe in his hand, sneered, and then took the initiative to rush into the crowd.

His body moved freely in the middle of the crowd of thugs like a swimming snake.

Wherever that steel pipe passed, someone was bound to fall to the ground, covering their bleeding heads.

One big thug holding an iron hammer confronted Jackson, meeting the descending steel pipe with his hammer held up.

With a clang, the iron hammer fell to the ground, and the big man uttered a scream. With his hand wounded it was as if his whole arm lost its intuition.

Immediately, he was knocked out by Jackson’s pipe.

It was as if Jackson left a trace of real fire wherever he moved, and the weapon on his hand appeared to be a reaper’s scythe flying up and down, sweeping an entire army.

Seven in a row screamed as they were put down by the steel pipe. There were broken legs, ribs and arms.

After dealing with all those goons, Jackson threw away the bloody pipe to the ground, clapped his hands, and calmly walked towards Bob Giovanni and the several big fellas protecting him.

Bob Giovanni was already dumbfounded, with a cold sweat running down his spine.

After so many years breezing through the southern part of the city, it was the first time he ever saw such a ruthless character.

Ten skilled fighters were put down by him in mere seconds. Even his beloved Tibetan Mastiff was in the ground foaming from his mouth with no idea if he’d live or die.

This guy was too cruel.

Seeing Jackson walking towards him with murderous intent, the ringleader suddenly felt his legs shaking. He pushed all the goons around him and yelled:

“What are you all waiting for? Attack him, come on!”

But Jackson’s intimidating aura took out all the courage left in Bob Giovanny’s subordinates. If they attacked, they would be putting their own lives at Jackson’s mercy if they tried to attack him. All of sudden, all of them ran away.

But Jackson didn’t give them a chance to escape. He flashed to the front, and with a couple of punches finished those guys off. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

When he raised his head again, Bob was already in front of him.

Almost pissing himself with fear, Bob pleaded to Jackson:

“Brother, for…forgive me. Please be merciful and let me go, please, please let me go!”

Jackson let out a smile as he thought of something. With his murderous intent dissipated, he waved his hand behind him and said:

“Hey Harry, I’ll give you this one.”

Harry was still standing there, dumbfounded with blank eyes.

The scene just now was simply too shocking for him, it was just like watching a Hollywood blockbuster.

Hearing Jackson call out his name, he finally reacted, running up to him.

Along the way there were all the beaten thugs down in the floor. All of them crying in pain, covering their heads, screaming from the pain of all kinds of bones broken.

Holy shit. Master was crazy strong.

At this point Harry’s worship of Jackson had reached an indescribable level, it was like a forever- flowing torrential river.

He even ran to Jackson’s side and spoke with utmost respect:

“Master, you can leave this one with me, you can go back to the car and take a rest.”

Jackson nodded and slowly headed to the entrance gate with his hand on his back.

As he reached the gate, the security guard who just a little while back was arrogant and domineering, stood there not daring to move. The hand holding a wooden stick shivered, not knowing whether to throw it or not.

Jackson didn’t pay any attention to him and casually sat back in the car.

Now the only things left standing inside the courtyard were the mob boss of the south of the city, Big B, and the salesman of Dolcy Corporate, Mr. Cox.

Harry let out a wicked laugh, stretched out his hand and patted Bob’s face a few times.

“Bob Giovanni, is it? You dare to let your dog bite me, you little bastard? Huh? Who do you think you’re messing with?”

“Where did all that mighty strength you had just now go? You know who that guy was? He was my master. From now on keep your eyes open, you hear me?”

Bob never felt this much frustration in his entire life, but there was nothing he could do.

The one behind this guy called Jackson was too much for him. Even ten Bobs would be no match.

Bob could only admit defeat. He lowered his head and was forced to say:

“You’re strong. I admit defeat.”

Harry was very proud of himself, satisfied with his answer.

Just as Bob thought he managed to get away with it, Harry clinched his fist and punched him right in the nose.

"Shit, I know you're not being honest. I can beat you up even in a single fight, do you believe me?"

His nose bled as if it was a can of red dye. With mixed emotions, Bob kept nodding his head without stopping: “I believe, I believe!”

“That’s better. Now hurry up and pay back the money. One million, not a penny less!”

Bob cursed in his mind in rage for having this prick force him to pretend like that.

But there was no use. He had no choice but to comply. Thus, Bob went to the office building to make the transfer.

After this, Harry turned around and looked at Jackson in the car, as if waiting for his master’s approval.

Jackson nodded to him in satisfaction. Harry was so happy that he couldn’t stop smiling, returning to the car full of joy.

“Hey master, those moves you did just now were so awesome, when will you teach me?”

Jackson replied with a faint smile: “First you must master the basics and only then practice these skills. Otherwise they will just look fancy and have no use.”

Harry rubbed his hands and agreed. “Heheh, okay! I’ll listen to master’s words.”

With this, Harry vowed to himself that from now on, no matter what his master did, he would immediately take the lead and perform well in front of him.