King's Back

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.

that steep pipe was already in Jackson’s hand. He weighted the pipe in his hand, sneered, and then

of the crowd of thugs like

pipe passed, someone was bound to fall to the

holding an iron hammer confronted Jackson, meeting the descending steel pipe with his

and the big man uttered a scream. With his hand wounded it was

knocked out by Jackson’s

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

as they were put down by the steel pipe. There were broken legs, ribs

Jackson threw away the bloody pipe to the ground, clapped his hands, and calmly walked towards Bob Giovanni

with a cold sweat

so many years breezing through the southern part of the city, it was the first time he ever saw such

were put down by him in mere seconds. Even his beloved Tibetan Mastiff was in the ground foaming from his mouth

was

felt his legs shaking. He pushed all the goons

waiting

subordinates. If they attacked, they would be putting their own lives

to escape. He flashed to

head again, Bob

with fear,

me. Please be merciful and let me go, please, please

out a smile as he thought of something. With his murderous intent

I’ll give

there, dumbfounded with blank

simply too shocking for

Jackson call out his name, he finally

the floor. All of them crying in pain,

shit. Master

of Jackson had reached an indescribable

side

you can

and slowly headed to the entrance gate

security guard who just a little while back was arrogant and domineering, stood there not daring to move. The

to him and casually sat back