At noon, Jackson went downstairs for dinner. As soon as he walked out of the building, Jackson
noticed a car following him not far away.
Jackson went to the alley behind the building and walked down the alley.
Soon, six men got out of the SUV car, looked at each other, and followed him.
In a deserted alley.
"Shit, where is that kid?"
"I obviously saw this kid come in here. Where's the man?"
Then a voice came from the end of the alley, "Are you looking for me?"
Step by step, Jackson's figure came in.
"Boy, are you kidding us?" One of them was a big man with a ferocious face. There was a scar on his
neck, lying there like a centipede. It looked very terrified.
"Are you kidding me? It’s you who are following me, how did I fool you?"
"Tell me, who sends you here?" Jackson said, half smiling.
"Boy, you don’t take the broad road but come to the hell yourself. You are asking for troubles! Guys!
Surround him!"
The centipede man waved, and Jackson was surrounded back and forth by several of his men.
"Boy, someone wants us to maim you. If you don't fight back, we would only take both your hands."
"If you resist, we will take two more legs."
He jokingly patted Jackson on the shoulder and said, "It’s up to you!"
Jackson looked slightly cold. "So, I have no choice but to fight, right?"
"You still want to fight back? It’s funny. We are not as easy as you think. If you’re smart, obediently
kneel on the ground, and we will take your two hands back, and then record a short video."
"What if I don't?" Jackson asked.
"Then don't blame us for being cruel."
"So strong? You are pushing me."
"Hey. The world is like a jungle, either you kill me or I kill you!"
The centipede man smiled grimly and said, "I only blame you for offending the wrong person. You
deserve this!"
"Guys, the boy is so unwise. Break his hands and feet!"
The centipede man waved impatiently and didn't even want to see Jackson.
However, at this point, Jackson suddenly raised his hand and slapped the centipede man straight
away.
Pa!
The centipede man turned over around several times in the air, and fell on the ground. He spat, and
blood with broken teeth were spat out!
Before the centipede man could scream, he punched a red - haired goon in the chin.
Click!
The man’s jaw broke and a loud cry sounded, Jackson lifted his foot and kicked him in the leg bone.
There was another click, and the leg bone bent into a strange curve. The red hair rolled on the ground
with pain.
"Shit, he dares to trick us. Kill him!"
The few remaining goons piled on.
Jackson sneered, kicked his knee on a man in the chest, who spat out blood, and fell to the ground, not
knowing whether he was dead or alive.
Then he beat the men rushing him, knocking them down quickly and scared them.
Moments later, none of the six guys was standing. They were either screaming over their crushed
knees, or crying out for their broken wrists.
And it all happened in a blink of an eye.
Everything happens so fast that the people didn't even have time to react.
"Oh my God, this boy... How can you do that?"
The centipede man feeling painful on the body, horrified.
"Isn't this boy just a crap? Shit! Is he a crap? Fuck you!"
The centipede man looked a cold, then picked rummaged behind his back and took out a black stuff.
"Unless you have the confidence to kill me, or you should bear the consequences!"
Jackson turned around and his eyes were cold, and with murderous intention.
The centipede man could not help swallowing hard. He felt his scalp numbing. This guy's eyes were
really terrible, like a crazy dragon, making him hold back his resistance.
He knew that once he missed, it was very likely that he would die!
"You win. I give up!"
The centipede man said with terror.
Jackson shrugged and came up to him. "Good for you," he says. "Let me guess who sent you guys
here."
"Aiden sent you to cripple me, didn't she?"
In Y City, there were only a few people who would go against Jackson. Logan was afraid of being
beaten by himself, so he can't find someone to deal with him.
Some organizations that still cared about P-One won't send such low-level thugs, so Aiden was the
only possibility.
"Now that you have already known it, you don't need to ask." The centipede man also admitted.
Jackson sneered. "Go back to your master and tell him I would remember what he has done this time. I
would give him back more than what I have suffered this time. Get out of here."
After that, Jackson walked out of the alley.
It seemed that Dolcie was right. Aiden was a vindictive man. Jackson had been dealt with so quickly.
The centipede men could only admit that he had bad luck, but there was nothing they could do about it,
they had to bite the dust and go back.
But they did not notice that a pink figure appeared in their departure.
In the private villa of Aiden, Aiden was enjoying the 1982 lafite, watching a young model walking the
show. Every time she walked around, she would take off one piece of clothes.
Aiden's eyes were getting hot. When there was only one bra left, someone knocked on the door.
"Master, it is the centipede. They're back."
"So soon? Well, let them in."
Aiden reached out and the young model slumped into his arms.
"Jackson, you dare to go against me. Let’s see whether Dolcie would stay with you when your hands
and feet all maimed!"
Aiden was thinking complacently, but found that the centipede man and other people limping, black and
blue, all looking miserable.
"Damn it, what's the matter?"
The centipede man, with a sad face, said, "Young master, we’ve screwed up the things. That boy is too
strong, we... We can’t beat him down."
“Shit! You are just craps!!"
"You can't even deal with a live-in son-in-law. What's the use of spending so much money to support
you?!"
Aiden picked up an ashtray and hurled it at the centipede's face. The centipede's face bled
immediately. He grinned in pain, but didn't dare say a word.
"Aiden? Young model and red wine. It seems that you are enjoying your life."
At this moment, a sudden sound rang out, and everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the
sound.
On the sofa in the corner of the hall, at some unknown time, a man in a pink suit came in and sat there,
crossing his legs and looking at them with a playful smile.
"Who are you and when did you come in?"
Aiden stood up at once, with a look of disbelief on his face.
His villa was heavily guarded by no fewer than thirty bodyguards, and not even a fly could get in
without his permission, let alone a single human being.
That was why he dared to play at his villa without scruples.
Gabriel grinned and tapped his head, as if remembering something.
"Actually, I have been here when you let the young model walk the show. It was an artistic
performance."
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