Extraordinary Jackson Ryder

03: Excited To Get Beaten!

Jackson took a seat on the bench at the park, wiping sweat off his head. 

He regretted the 5 years he spent at the Wilsons residence, for the fact that Miranda betrayed his love! 

Anger brimming in his heart, he retrieved a small burner phone, turned it on and dialed a certain number. 

"Hello, Mr Ryder." A voice replied on the other end. 

"I am done with the mission, what is next?" 

The next words the person spoke from the other line sent shock waves of anger into Jackson’s blood. 

"You bastard!" he screamed, throwing the phone into the grass in front of him.

What exactly did they take him for? 

Jackson laid back on the bench, watching as people went back and forth having a good time. When his stomach started rumbling, a man walked up to hand him a plate of food.

Soon, it was evening.

Jackson got up, heading to OrangeLit, a luxurious bar in the city center. He ordered some beers, awaiting the person that was to meet him. 

On his way to a table, someone bumped into him making his bottles drop to the floor. 

"Watch where you're going, ick!" The man gritted, pushing him roughly. 

Johnson recognized the man- Kane, one of the most famous wrestlers in K City, also one of Isaac Moore’s minions. 

"Why don't you watch where you're going instead?" He snapped back hotly. 

"What did you say?" Kane twirled to face him, his eyes roaming up to down Jackson’s clothes. "Who’s this worthless trash that dares to talk back at me?"

One of his minions ran to bow to him.

But when he saw Jackson, he took a step back in fear. The man was one of the men Jackson had beaten at Miranda’s office last night. 

"Boss, he's Miss Miranda Wilson's husband."

"Ah!" Kane burst into laughter. "You're the good for nothing that Isaac offered to get rid of?"

His laughter was rigid and resounding, attracting everyone’s attention. 

"Hey, that good for nothing is so useless! I heard he’s divorced now!"

“Why is he even showing that pathetic face in places like this? Pft! Do you want to jinx our good luck with your uselessness?” People started commenting on the matter. 

"You're just a rascal, how dare you speak so lowly to me?" Johnson grabbed Kane’s collar, all the pent-up frustration and anger riling up.  

"So humorous." Kane patted him lightly. "I'm in a good mood tonight, so how about we have a duel?"

"I don't have your time!" Jackson pushed him away and walked off.

He was here to meet with someone, not fight. 

Kane’s men surrounded him.

"I might think of letting you go only if you accept this challenge." Kane cracked his knuckles in excitement. "Don't tell me you're scared, pal? Come on and show people you're not as useless as they think you are. At least you're good enough to get beaten!"

"Alright." Johnson smirked at him. "Don't regret it when I beat you!"

Everyone on the bar burst out laughing, mocking his remark.

But Johnson didn't care, he made his way along with Kane to the wrestling room, stripping to his trousers before getting on stage. 

"Ah, I can see you're excited to get beaten!" Kane laughed, following suit. 

The referee arrived and people started placing bets, up to $10,000. Only one man in the crowd took a bet that Jackson would win. 

Before Jackson could get a chance to check the man out, Kane swung towards him without the signal from the referee. 

Jackson didn't dodge on time, so the blow cut across his face sending him backwards against the bars. 

He stayed on the defensive as Kane kept trying to hit his face, head and stomach with powerful punches. 

Jackson caught himself on time as Kane sent him a brutal kick, he quickly grabbed Kane’s leg and gave him an uppercut in the abdomen.

Kane staggered back, so he suddenly grabbed hold of Kane’s leg and swing him around, sending several punches to his mid-section before throwing him flat on the ground. 

Instead of hailing, the hall was quiet.

Everyone was so shocked to see him win. Jackson stepped away from Kane as the referee announced him as the winner. 

Suddenly he felt an eerily cool breeze blow behind his neck.

Having been trained in martial arts for years, Jackson ducked his head, suddenly missing the impact of Kane’s foot directed towards him. Kane had gotten up quickly and tried to kick him.

Having suddenly lost his target, the force in Kane’s kick sent him sprawling to the bars of iron which threw him out of the ring. 

Suddenly everyone stood up, clapping.

Everyone saw the subtle kick Jackson used to propel Kane to a very far distance. Only well versed martial arts lord could perform such! 

Jackson returned to get dressed, pick his money and leave. 

He’d barely made it up the street when a black Lamborghini stopped in front of him, a dozen burly men coming out. 

Their leader was a gray-haired man dressed in a bespoke suit, face hard and grim, small suspicious eyes.

A wave of fear went down Jackson's spine. Who the hell was this?

"May I ask the young man for a favor?" the man came closer to ask. 

"Speak." 

"Can I have a look at your pendant?" 

Jackson raised his brows. The pendant his mother gave him a day before she died. He shrugged and removed it handing it to the man.

He watched the old man retrieve a gray colored substance and press it against the pendant. 

Suddenly, a bright yellow glow appeared and the man gasped, his face alive with excitement. 

With a start, he fell on one knee. "We finally found you, Young Master!"

Jackson stared down at the man in perplexity. 

He had 25 subordinates he had trained in martial arts, astrology and medicine. But this man was none of them. 

"I can explain." he got back up with a smile. "My name is Kenneth Grimfraw, your father’s Personal Assistant while he was still alive."

"My father’s dead?" Jackson echoed in shock.