Chapter 61 - 60: The Unstoppable Great Coach_1
Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Translator: 549690339
However, inside the BMW, Aron Jackson was unaware that someone was waiting for them.
âBoss Potter?â
After he got into the car, he immediately took out his phone and called Stanislaus Potter.
In the car, he had already communicated with Julius Reed and was very aware of the current situation.
Since the Potter Family was intent on finding trouble, he decided to collect some interest first.
âWho is this?â
A deep, middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone.
âIâm Aron Jackson. Your prized son is in my hands right now. Iâm wondering how much Boss Potter is willing to pay?
âAron Jackson? Aron Jackson!â
Upon hearing Aron Jacksonâs voice, Stanislaus Potter seemed somewhat shocked.
Aron Jacksonâs reputation was well-known throughout Five-river Province. But how had he himself ended up offending this plague?
âAron Jackson, my Potter Family has no grudges against you, why would you do this!â
Regaining his composure, Stanislaus Potterâs tone carried anger!
As a prominent family in the provincial city and the chairman of the Golden Eagle Group, his son had actually been kidnapped!
âI warn you! Some matters are not to be trifled with!â
âMr. Potter, rest assured, Iâm just fulfilling someoneâs request, working for the money. Right now, I can still guarantee your sonâs safety, but if weâre too lateâ¦â
Aron Jackson paused midway, causing Stanislaus Potterâs heart to leap with alarm.
He had only this one son, and couldnât afford any mishap.
âName your price!â
âThree hundred million, not too much, right?â
Before Stanislaus Potter could reply, Aron Jackson interjected, âEveryone knows your Golden Eagle Group has assets over ten billion. If three hundred million is too much for you to part with, perhaps you might as well not want this son!â
âFine! Three hundred million it is! Iâm sending someone over right now, give me the address!â
Stanislaus Potter took a deep breath, striving to keep himself calm. âSouth City Cement Factory, someone will meet you once you arrive.â After saying that, Aron Jackson hung up the phone directly.
The very next moment, his expression turned ice-cold. Because on the road aneaa or nm, a ramen tree suaaemy lay across.
The moment the BMW stopped, four white-clad men approached the car from the outside, each emitting a killing intent, evidently not ordinary people. But since the other party didnât make a move, he remained stationary as well.
âWhat are you doing!â
Seeing this scene, Dominating Tiger instinctively stepped out, positioning himself in front of them.
Aron Jackson also got out of the car, looking at the several men with cold eyes.
âNorth City Black Bear, does Aron Jackson still remember?â
The white-clad men did not rush to attack, but instead, after surrounding the two, they asked aloud.
âBlack Bear? He broke the rules, and I killed him with my own hands.â Aron Jackson nodded indifferently, his face showing no sign of panic.
âGood that Aron Jackson admits it! Today, we shall seek justice for our brother Black Bear!â
Having finished speaking, the four white-clad men attacked at the same time!
Bang!
Without time to think further, Dominating Tiger met the punch of the white-clad man in the lead with a punch of his own!
The immense force caused the man to stagger back several steps.
âItâs tricky!â
Dominating Tiger turned back to warn Aron Jackson after feeling his right arm go numb, the bones aching as if they were about to break.
Aron Jackson didnât need the warning. Heâd already sensed that something was off.
The attack from these men was very systematic, and their strength was astonishing!
Just a few exchanges in, and he was beginning to be overpowered!
âTheodore Kensingtonâs men, truly skilled!â
By this point, Aron Jackson had guessed the identities of the white-clad men. They must be from the Dominating Martial Arts Hall, elite among elites.
âYou dare trouble Brother Abernathyâs men, you should have known this would be the consequence!â
The eyes of the white-clad man narrowed, his fist whistling through the air, smashing furiously!
Bang!
Aron Jackson suddenly kicked up, suspending himself in mid-air with the momentum!
And behind him, several punches grazed his back as they flew past!
âBoom!â
The fist of the white-clad man crashed into a lamp post, snapping it in half with a lazy blow!
Seizing the chance, Aron Jackson leaped backward, briefly breaking free from the encirclement of the four men.
âHow shameful for the mighty Aron Jackson to be bullied by four nobodies like
Right at that moment, an abrupt voice sounded on the street.
Following the voice, they saw a thin man, around twenty years old, standing not far from a BMW with hands clasped behind his back, looking over at them.
âAh! Iâve embarrassed Brother Abernathy.â
Aron Jackson felt a burning shame on his face and somewhat embarrassed.
The four men before him were indeed the elite of the elite. Although he could beat them, it would certainly take quite an effort.
âWho did you call nobodies?â
The men in white hadnât intended to cause more trouble, hoping to leave after dealing with Aron Jackson.
But now, being mocked as nobodies, they naturally couldnât tolerate it.
In the martial arts hall, they were famous instructors clad in white, who ordinary students couldnât even get close to. Theodore Kensington paid them salaries in the tens of millions each year, and they addressed each other as brothers in daily life.
During Theodoreâs business expansions, these men had contributed greatly, even being revered as the Grim Reapers in White.
Yet to be scorned by a skinny young man, their fury was imaginable. âYou three handle him first, Iâll go crush an ant!â
After saying this, the lead man turned and walked towards Julius Reed.
âBoss, Brother Abernathy said not to cause unnecessary trouble.â The remaining men in white reminded him.
âItâs fine, Iâll be right back. You guys take down Aron Jackson first!â Turning back around, the lead man threw a ferocious punch!
As he punched, his aura surged dramatically as if he intended to shatter everything!
âYou leave the gates of heaven untraveled, yet there is not even a doorâ¦â But halfway through his words, the man in white suddenly stopped.
Because his earth-shattering punch had been caught, stiffly, by the seemingly frail young man before him.
âNo door to hell? Then let me send you to hell and see if there really is a door!â
As he spoke, Julius Reedâs gaze shifted sharply, and the strength in his hand increased suddenly!
Crack!
The man in whiteâs wrist was broken just like that!
âAhhâ¦â
A painful scream instantly spread throughout the whole corridor.
âWho⦠who are youâ¦â
Terror filled the manâs eyes as his face twisted in agony.
As one of the top instructors of the martial arts hall, his strength was immense.
Ordinary students couldnât even lay a finger on him, but today his wrist had been snapped with one hand!
âDoes it matter who I am?â
As he spoke, Julius Reed suddenly lunged forward, grabbed the manâs neck with a single hand, and hoisted him up!
âLet⦠let me goâ¦â
The manâs eyes reflected disbelief as his legs kicked frantically. Struggling to breathe, his face had turned purple.
Crack!
Without giving the man in white another chance to speak, Julius Reed squeezed hard and snapped his neck!
This stark contrast completely dumbfounded Dominating Tiger who was watching from the side.
Heâd been in the game for many years and considered himself quite capable, yet he couldnât withstand a single punch from the man in white.
Even Aron Jackson was having a tough time facing the onslaught of four opponents.
But Julius Reed just easily took down the strongest among them, and it seemed as if he barely exerted any effort at all.
Now he seemed to understand why Aron Jackson called Julius Reed âbig brother.â
âNow that the strongest has been dealt with, Iâll leave the rest to you.â
With that, Julius Reed let go and the body of the man in white dropped to the ground.
With Julius Reedâs words, Aron Jackson felt even more embarrassed. He was, after all, a figure with considerable influence, and today he had truly lost face, so he directed all his anger at the remaining few!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Aron Jackson suddenly made his move, throwing three solid punches at an indistinguishable speed, causing the three shocked men in white to stagger back several steps!
Now, how could the men in white still have the heart to fight? Their only main instructor had been killed, leaving no chance of victory for the three remaining instructors!
Once fear sets into a personâs heart, their strength diminishes significantly.
A moment ago it had been an even match, but now the situation had become completely one-sided.
Aron Jackson, with all his anger, unleashed it at that moment.
Soon after, the three men were beaten to a pulp and lay on the ground moaning in agony.
Clearly, Aron Jackson did not plan to let them off.
With two punches, he shattered the throats of two of the men in white..