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.

pipe was already in Jackson’s hand. He weighted the pipe in

body moved freely in the middle of the crowd of thugs like

bound to

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

ground, and the big man uttered a scream. With his hand wounded it was as if his whole arm lost

knocked out

if Jackson left a trace of real fire wherever he moved, and the weapon on his hand appeared to be

screamed as they were put down by the steel pipe.

goons, Jackson threw away the bloody pipe to the ground, clapped

dumbfounded, with a cold

breezing through the southern part of the city, it was the first time he ever saw

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

guy was too

suddenly felt

you all waiting for? Attack him, come

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

flashed to the front, and with a couple of punches finished

again, Bob was already

himself with fear, Bob pleaded

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

his murderous intent dissipated, he waved his hand

give

standing there,

shocking for him,

his name, he finally reacted,

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

shit. Master

reached an indescribable level,

ran to Jackson’s side and spoke with

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

headed to the entrance gate

there not daring to move. The hand holding a wooden stick shivered, not knowing

pay any attention to him and casually sat back in