King's Back

On the way, Harry drove fast as lightning, looking as if he wasn’t a tiny bit nervous.

With Jackson on his side, this debt collecting thing seemed like child’s play.

Master was a person who could deal with several big gangsters with little effort, able to blow them off with a punch. With his master in charge there was nothing to fear.

Harry even thought to himself, later he’d rush to the front line and show his master the result of yesterday’s training.

As he thought of this, he accelerated even more.

After about forty minutes, they arrived in front of a courtyard in the southern area of the city’s industrial park.

There you could see office buildings and factories covering at least two thousand square meters.

There were also a few wolf dogs tied down at the entrance, sleeping sluggishly under the sun with saliva drooping from their mouths.

After parking the car Harry arrived at the entrance, leading to a security guard immediately showing up.

“What are you here for?”

The security guard spoke in a rough tone. He wore a crooked hat, had a baton pinned to his waist, and his sleeves rolled up, revealing a tiger tattoo on one of his arms.

“We’re from Dolcy Corporate, came to collect a debt.”

“Dolcy Corporate? Collect a debt?”

The corner of the security guard's mouth lifted up in a teasing smile. He never thought they would actually come.

He picked up the walkie talkie, pressed it and said, “People from Dolcy Corporate came over.”

After a minute passed someone on the walkie talkie said to let them inside. The security guard nodded in confirmation and opened the door slightly.

“Alright, come on in.”

Harry started to feel like something wasn’t quite right. With his heart suddenly starting to pound he asked, “Master, do…do we really go inside?”

outside, look at the scenery?” Jackson waved his hand to follow him as he

both entered that big steel entrance gate

laughed disdainfully. Warming up his

building. Their leader was a large man with a bald head and naked upper body with a snake tattooed on his chest. On his left hand he had a Tibetan Mastiff

of fat, and his eyes looked sharp

Bob Giovanni, also known as Big B, none other than the ringleader of the

for a simple favor: the following day someone from the company would show up to collect the

would be canceled. Not only did he get rid of the debt, he also got some cash in return, killing

see what stupid fool came here to

scared shitless, trembling all over. The other one

came to collect a

Harry who was holding the files:

focused on observing the situation. There was a factory and a warehouse not far from them, but although the doors were open there

“Master….”

front of him. With a calm smile he responded: “Show them to

lips, straightened his back, and proceeded to walk towards the

the files. He glanced down at Harry, cleared his throat

“Hrooa, ptui!”

spit right on Harry

rather die than to be

That bald guy obviously wanted to pick a fight. As Harry was about to attack, he noticed

the fuck are you looking at? Give me the

subordinate, saying: “See if we owe them money. If we do give them back what is

to read the papers before crumpling them up

trained to bark twice, then opened his mouth

evidence of your

by the dog and took three steps

was the dog’s fault. How about the two of you talk it

try barking, he’ll spit it

coming here for money. Go ask your

has some big balls coming here to

strong men laughed and shouted