Tower's brow ticked up as he remarked meaningfully, "The Young Master never bested me as a boy. After nearly a decade in exile, how much skill could you retain?"His words were not scornful, but rather sincere - forcibly barging in was near impossible.Yet in the next moment, Jason accelerated rapidly, his movements suddenly erratic. Tower's pupils constricted in alarm as he threw a punch that met only air. In a flash, a knife-hand strike landed squarely on his neck.With a heavy thud, Tower crashed limply to the ground, half his body numb."Wha...what?" Daniel Smith exclaimed in shock as he and the other retired experts and bodyguards rushed over, stunned by the blinding speed of Jason's movements.It was like watching a graceful spin, deftly evading and exploiting momentum for a decisive blow that felled Tower instantly.As seasoned warriors themselves, they found Jason's mastery deeply astonishing. Even together, they doubted they could overcome him - the gulf was too vast.Daniel
In the old master's eyes, only results mattered. If not for his eldest grandson's dire plight, would he even have recalled Jason's existence? Were it not so, the old master might not have remembered he had another grandson at all.As the saying goes, nothing surpasses an imperial family's ruthlessness. And the Wesley family was likely far worse...Downstairs, Jason took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, sinking into brooding silence as his mouth twitched, suppressing the urge to curse. Even in the office he had not felt such anger, taxing his composure. His indignation was evident. His rented e-bike...was gone again!"Fu--!" Jason growled, his face darkening as he immediately called a number. After a single ring, Steven Martin's respectful voice responded, "Mr. Gray, your command?""You have one day to haul in every bike thief in the city for interrogation and find out who stole my e-bike. Twice, no less! This is beyond tolerable. I want to know who he is!" Jason grated out.The
Robert Brown was elated to gain a Vice Chairman position for a mere $78 million pendant, laughing jubilantly. In his eyes, paying that much just to be Acting Chairwoman was idiotic, pathetic even. Were it him, he could have invested that money or started a new company - all better options than a temporary "Acting Chairwoman." Truly laughable.Just as Jason finished tidying up at home, his phone rang with Steven Martin's voice. "Brother Jason, I found that bike thief.""Good, deal with it yourself," Jason casually replied, no longer as angry. Susan's class reunion was in two days. She seemed fixated on finding that "old friend," even guessing several candidates yesterday.As Jason was about to hang up, Steven Martin hurriedly interjected, "Um, Mr. Gray...""Hm? What is it? Some trouble?" Jason's brows knitted, detecting something amiss. Could the South Emerald City underworld boss not even handle a lone thief?Steven Martin broke out in cold sweat. He couldn't let Brother Jason see hi
The thousands in the arena cried out as well. A fight broke out? Someone dared make trouble at this underground ring? Are they crazy? But excitement and savage grins soon spread across their faces.No one caused problems here and saw the sun the next day. This would be a rare spectacle."Get them! Bash them up!""Haha, I bet 100 grand they die. Go on, beat them to death!"The commotion did not escape the notice of a VIP box above the ring, where a middle-aged man frowned. "BJJ?" he murmured."Sean, what do you think?" At his words, a dark-skinned man in a sleeveless shirt responded impassively, "Yes, and no. He's trained for a few years, a expert but not a master.""I could take him out in 100 moves or less!""I see." The middle-aged man smiled slightly, pleased. This was Mr. Henderson.The one called Sean was his ace, the undefeated champion of the underground ring with 39 consecutive wins.They called his fist the Iron Fist, a reputation understood only by those who had faced it."
Sensing the thunderous cheers and screams from the crowd, Jason raised a brow. This man was clearly no ordinary figure, with such popularity and dangerous aura."Sir, you've injured so many people here and caused such a disturbance. You've gone too far. No one has ever been so arrogant and reckless here before. The consequences will be severe," Sean said coldly, rolling his neck.Hearing this, Steven Martin's expression changed. He whispered urgently, "Mr. Gray, be careful. This man is the ace boxer here. His fist is hardened steel.""They say over half the men who've faced him ended up with broken limbs. The rest were either crippled or killed. You must be extremely cautious."Kyle, collapsed on the floor, was also filled with regret and self-reproach. It was over, he could no longer stop this."Damn it..." he cursed.Hearing all this, Jason flicked his clothes in the shadows and replied, "Why not ask the man behind you to come out? Better to speak face to face."Sean frowned, about
Facing Sean's strikes, he shifted his steps and slammed back just as fiercely.A muffled boom resounded in the air.In the next moment, both shot backwards, shocked into drawing sharp breaths."In...incredible?"The intense clash left Jason and Sean deeply aware of each other's formidable strength, befitting the name Iron Fist. Even now, Jason's fists tingled and trembled. Sean's punches were as hard as steel.The onlookers were shocked, jaws dropping."Who is this guy? He took a punch from Sean and still had the strength to fight back. His bones aren't broken? Impressive, could he actually win?""Nonsense. Just blocking one punch gives him a chance to win? He'll be defeated in less than half a minute.""Right. Sean has never lost before. This punk thinks he stands a chance with some mediocre punches and kicks? Ridiculous..."Thousands hurled insults.Mr. Henderson's expression darkened, a cold snort escaping his nostrils. In the next moment, Sean's face shifted, gritting his teeth as
Jason snorted. "If you truly harbored ill intent, you would have likely been discovered from the first day of tailing me."Kyle hung his head in shame. He had been blind, and if he had acted on those thoughts initially, he would certainly be finished already. Even Sean was no match, what chance did he stand? Seeking death.In the end, it was the shred of conscience that had saved him, though he still ended up ensnared."You're a fighter, competing in over 20 matches in a month. Even if you lost, there was prize money. Where did it all go that drove you to such madness, disregarding your life?" Steven Martin asked, puzzled.It was nearly impossible to fight continuously like that for over a month. The injuries from back-to-back matches with no time to properly heal, each fight aggravating the last. Just 16 consecutive bouts was already a remarkable feat.Jason was also very curious where his earnings had gone.Hearing this, Kyle bit his lip until it bled, eyes reddening as he said hoar
Steven Martin and Kyle were shocked speechless. My god, 300 million? Not 3 million or 30 million, but 300 million? Spoken as easily as saying a number, as if 300 million were too trivial. Who could be so nonchalant about such a sum? Even Mr. Henderson might flinch a little!"This is..."But when they saw the extra digits appear in their accounts, the two were completely dumbfounded, utterly convinced.After parting ways with them, Jason stood alone in the wilderness. Suddenly, like a deflated balloon, his body sagged limply. His fists ached and trembled, breathing ragged as he leaned against a tree for support.His forehead and back were drenched in cold sweat."Huff...huff...""Is my body still too weak after all?"The sudden rise in strength didn't come easily. It was all thanks to the mysterious mantra left by his master that he had puzzled out after years of study, revealing an incredible secret for temporarily amplifying his power.But nothing came without a price. Once the time