King's Back novel Chapter 45

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.