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.

the pipe in his hand, sneered, and

freely in the middle of the crowd of

someone was bound to fall to the

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

man uttered a scream. With his hand wounded it

knocked out by Jackson’s

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

down by the steel pipe. There

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

dumbfounded, with a cold sweat running down his

southern part of the city, it was the

his beloved Tibetan Mastiff was in

guy was

felt his legs shaking. He pushed all the goons around him and

are you all waiting

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

escape. He flashed to the front, and with a couple of punches finished those

his head again, Bob was

with fear, Bob pleaded

let

thought of something. With his murderous intent dissipated, he waved

I’ll give you this

there, dumbfounded with

shocking for him,

his name, he finally reacted, running up

them crying in pain, covering

Master

of Jackson had reached an indescribable level,

to Jackson’s side

you can leave this one with me, you can go back to the car and take

headed to the entrance gate with his hand

arrogant and domineering, stood there not daring to move. The hand holding a wooden stick shivered, not knowing whether to throw it or

pay any attention to him and casually sat