chapter 10 They didn't even let me get on the bed

In a coffee shop. Violet and Jackson were sitting across from each other at a window booth. "Do you know who Eric is?" Violet asked seriously. "You just said it, didn't you? The young master of the Porter Group, his family's influence is not inferior to the Griffith Family, right?" Jackson retorted. "Eric has a younger brother named Luke." Violet dropped a bombshell. "Is that the Luke who sent people to attack us last night?" Jackson's eyes finally showed seriousness. "Yes, it's him." "The Porter Family has risen in recent years, doing a lot of shady business in the shadows, something everyone in Jimstantham City knows, but they can't do anything about it because there's no evidence." "Half of the Porter Family's rise can be attributed to Luke," Violet stated gravely. "Had I known about the relationship between these two brothers, I wouldn't have stopped at just two slaps earlier. I should have crippled them," Jackson regretfully muttered. "The Griffith Family can't deal with the Porter Family for now. Try to stay out of trouble!" Violet glared, realizing her words had fallen on deaf ears. "Just because the Griffith Family can't afford to provoke them doesn't mean I can't. In my eyes, all these underground emperors and the Porter Family are nothing but nonsense!" Jackson boasted arrogantly. Violet realized she was at a loss with him and her face darkened, "I want to establish a set of agreements with you!" "Let's hear them," Jackson responded with a smile. "First, you must not..." Just as Violet was about to speak, Jackson's smile gradually faded, and he gestured for her to stop talking with a wave of his hand. His previously lazy gaze suddenly became as sharp as an eagle's, scanning the layout of the coffee shop, resting on two waiters. Jackson noticed something amiss because he had inadvertently seen the two waiters pass a hand signal to each other. He knew what the gesture meant, it was time to act. The signal was subtle, unnoticed by ordinary people, but Jackson was skilled in catching these minute movements. "Violet, have you been here before?" Jackson whispered. "I've been here two or three times, sometimes reading a book here... Jackson, what's happening?" Violet, affected by the tense atmosphere, was very nervous. "Sir, miss, here's your coffee." At that moment, a waiter brought two cups of coffee to the table and gently placed them on it. "Wait!" Jackson stopped the waiter, who was about to turn away, and pointed at the coffee on the table, speaking indifferently, "You taste the coffee first." The waiter's face changed, looking at Jackson uncertainly and forced a smile, "You must be joking, sir. This coffee is for the customers, how can I taste it?" "Oh? Is that the reason? Or is it because the coffee is poisoned?" Jackson said, half-smiling. Hearing this, the waiter, without a word, moved his hand towards his waist, reaching for a gun. Since he had been discovered, there was no need for further pretense. But Jackson was faster, picking up the coffee and splashing it in his face! "Ah!" Corrosive poison immediately spilled on the waiter's face. He fell to his knees, hands covering his face, screaming in agony as the smell of burning flesh emanated from his fingertips. Seeing this, another assassin at the bar pulled out a silenced pistol. Bang! Bang! Two shots were fired! Jackson leapt forward, tackling Violet, who was still in a daze, to the ground. Bullets whizzed past where Violet had just been standing, leaving two holes in the glass. The impact of their bodies was thrilling, but Jackson had no time to enjoy it. He quickly grabbed a chair and threw it into the air. Bang! The approaching assassin, seeing the commotion, instinctively fired his gun. Jackson, pinpointing the assassin's exact location by the sound, cocked his gun and fired blindly. "Damn it!" The assassin, terrified, felt a bullet hit his calf. Realizing he was facing a formidable opponent, he immediately thought of retreating. But Jackson wasn't about to let him get away. He charged at the assassin like a cannonball. Before the assassin could react, Jackson knocked the gun from his hand with a palm strike, then rendered him unconscious with an elbow strike. "Cool, so cool!" "Feels like I'm in a movie scene!" "This guy is so awesome!" Initially scattering in panic, the café's customers were dumbfounded upon seeing Jackson take down two assassins. "Let's go." Jackson pulled up the still shocked Violet and returned to the car. Violet, still in shock, obviously couldn't drive, so Jackson stepped on the accelerator and headed back to the Griffith Family villa. Turning on the computer, Jackson skillfully entered a website named 'Dewel.' This was a forum gathering over eighty percent of the world's top assassins. Patrons could post bounty missions on the forum, and once an assassin completed a task, the money would be transferred automatically to a designated bank account. Logging into his account, Jackson scanned through thousands of messages and private tasks in his inbox, choosing to ignore them. On the forum's homepage, a mission was pinned prominently. "Land of the Red Dragon, Jimstantham City, CEO Violet Griffith of the Griffith Group. Assassination worth 1,000,000 dollars!" This post was pinned and highlighted in red, attracting all those who came to the website. Seeing this, Jackson left a comment under the mission, "This person, I've got her covered." Within three minutes, the mission was no longer pinned and disappeared from the forum, probably deleted by the administrator. "God of Wind, the mission has been cancelled. We had no prior knowledge, please don't take offense," a private message from the administrator popped up. "Who's the patron?" Jackson replied. "Land of the Red Dragon, Jimstantham City, Luke!" Revealing a patron's real information on the website was a taboo, but not answering God of Wind's question could incur his wrath, a fate more fearsome than losing credibility. After much deliberation, the administrator decided to compromise. "Alright," Jackson logged out. This was the third time Luke had surfaced, and Jackson felt it was time to have a serious talk with him about life goals. ... The next day, at work. A red flag sedan stopped in front of the company, and Jackson and Violet got out of the car together. Due to the assassination attempt the previous night, Violet hadn't slept well, leaving dark circles under her fair skin very noticeable. Seeing Violet, the company's security guards stood straight and alert. To avoid suspicion, Jackson deliberately slowed his pace and followed a few steps behind Violet. Although Jackson and Violet's relationship was not public, the security guards knew that he was the son-in-law of the Griffith Group! So, as soon as Violet stepped into the company, the security team leader Zyaire came up to apologize, "Young Master, we were at fault yesterday. If you're unhappy, you can scold or punish us, and we won't say a word!" "Considering your good attitude in admitting your mistake, I won't pursue it," Jackson said, taking a cigarette from the security guard and puffing away with a smug look. "You're really lucky, Young Master. Our Miss Violet is not only the goddess of the company but also the renowned pearl of Jimstantham City. Not to mention anything else, just her dedication to work is unparalleled. Look at her dark circles, clearly from staying up late and not resting well," Zyaire said enviously. "Cough, well..." The other security guards immediately got imaginative, showing expressions that all men understand. But Jackson shook his head and said, "Stop it. Last night, this lady threw a fit in the café, locked the door when we got home, and didn't even let me sleep on the bed." "Who didn't let you sleep on the bed? Jackson, you better clarify what you're saying!" Just then, Violet, who was turning back to ask Jackson about the progress of the 750,000-dollar deal, heard his comment and was instantly furious.