chapter 35 Ask the general manager to come out and see me

"You, you bastard..." Jared struggled to turn his head and saw a young stranger standing behind him, his face filled with rage! "You still dare to curse?" Jackson coldly smiled and his leg whipped out like lightning! With a crack, Jared immediately knelt on the ground, his left hand, still able to move, clutching his knee, screaming like a pig being slaughtered. "Ki... Kil… kill him!!" Sweating from the pain, Jared saw his underlings still dazed and immediately yelled in anger. Hearing the boss's reminder, the underlings finally reacted, showing ferocious expressions. They were always the ones bullying others, but today the tables had turned, which was outrageous! "Seeking death!" "Let's get him together!" The gangsters swarmed forward, trying to tackle Jackson. But Jackson remained calm, knocking down one with each punch. In less than ten seconds, all these gangsters were lying on the ground, groaning and holding their faces. "Violet, Amira, are you okay?" Jackson asked with concern. He had rushed out from the fitting room upon hearing the commotion outside and saw Jared trying to take advantage of Amira. Jackson was instantly angered. Even he hadn't taken advantage of Amira, and this guy dared to beat him to it? "I'm fine, but I think Amira sprained her ankle," Violet said with concern. Seeing Amira holding her ankle, Jackson squatted down and touched her ankle. "Ouch, it hurts!" Amira hissed in pain, continuously crying out. "It's nothing serious, I'll fix it for you." Jackson said, carrying her into the fitting room. "Why go into the fitting room?" Violet quickly asked. "I feel like it." Jackson replied. Violet was so angry she wanted to follow them, but the fitting room was too small, only big enough for two people. "I'm healing her, but if you dare to do anything improper to Amira, I won't let you off!" Violet threatened. Jackson just grinned at her and closed the fitting room door, leaving Violet stomping her feet in anger, only able to look at the fitting room, hoping Jackson wouldn't do anything out of line. Inside the fitting room. Amira sat on a small chair, letting Jackson take off her shoes and socks, her face blushing, her hands not knowing where to rest. This was the first time she had been this close to a man. Especially in such a small space, the atmosphere was too ambiguous, even the temperature seemed to rise. Looking down at Jackson, who was busy at work, his gentle movements could melt anyone's heart. Amira bit her red lips, her thoughts drifting. "Does it hurt here?" Jackson asked, pointing to a spot on her delicate foot. "A little lower." "Here?" "…Yes." Jackson rubbed his hands and warned, "It might hurt a bit, bear with it." "Ah? It's going to hurt?" Amira opened her mouth slightly, showing a scared expression, clearly nervous by Jackson's words. "Are you very afraid of pain?" Jackson asked amusingly. "Yes," Amira pouted. "What about being ticklish?" Jackson asked casually. Amira answered without thinking, "Of course, I'm also afraid. When I play with Violet, she loves to... Ah, ticklish!" As Jackson's fingertips brushed the palm of her foot, her toes involuntarily wriggled. Crack! Crack! While Amira laughed and screamed ticklish, Jackson swiftly twisted her ankle gently twice. "Done!" Jackson grinned. Amira hadn't even reacted before Jackson had already put her socks back on. "Try walking around, it should be fine now," Jackson said as he stood up. "Really?" Amira, half-believing, stood up with the support of Jackson's shoulder. After walking a couple of steps, she found that her ankle indeed didn't hurt anymore! "Mr. Jackson, you're amazing!" Overjoyed, Amira impulsively kissed him on the cheek. This time, although Amira still felt shy inside, she didn't show it, pretending it was a reward for Jackson, acting very composed. "Violet said I was inappropriate, but it seems it should be the other way around," Jackson muttered to himself. Upon hearing this, Amira's face turned red, and she chided, "Ah, Mr. Jackson, you're really annoying! Don't tell Violet about this, or I won't talk to you anymore!" "Okay, okay," Jackson quickly replied, only a fool would disagree. Violet, who had been waiting impatiently outside, saw Amira bouncing out of the changing room and quickly asked in a low, anxious voice, "Amira, did Jackson take advantage of you?" "No, Mr. Jackson was very honest." Hearing Amira's reply, Violet finally breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but tease, "Honest? If he's honest, then there are no lecherous men in the whole world!" Embarrassed by the conversation, Amira quickly changed the subject, "Eh, Violet, what about that group of thugs?" "They ran away. They said they were going to get reinforcements," Violet replied. Amira rolled her eyes and quickly said, "Who's waiting for them, let's get out of here, Violet. We don't want to attract any more trouble." Violet hummed in agreement and prepared to go to the cashier to pay. Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the staircase. A group of about fifteen people surrounded Violet, Amira, and Jackson. Apart from the original four or five thugs, there were seven or eight men dressed in security uniforms. The leader was a middle-aged man in a suit with a big belly. "You think you can escape? Boy, you were so arrogant," said Jared, his knee and shoulder broken, supported by several underlings. Seeing Jackson and the others trying to leave, he couldn't help but sneer. "Is this your reinforcement? Honestly, even these few people are not enough," Jackson said, shaking his head with a smile. Jared, obviously not believing him, taunted, "Anyone can boast. You can fight four or five, but can you fight professional security guards? Even if you could, could you win against dozens of people? I've already notified my brothers, they're on their way. Boy, you've offended me, you're going to pay for it here today!" "Is it them who caused trouble in the mall?" At this point, the suit-wearing, chubby man, Manager Santino, asked with a frown. "Manager Santino, it's this young man! Send him to the police!" Jared pointed at Jackson. Manager Santino frowned upon hearing this. As the manager of the fourth floor's clothing section, and with Jared being a local thug, he naturally had to give him some face. "Young man, listen to me, apologize to Jared. I'll help you plead for mercy. Let's have a meal together happily, and this matter will be over," Manager Santino advised kindly. "Manager Santino, this kid hurt me. You think we can just let this go? Fine, let him pay fifty... no, a hundred thousand dollars in medical fees!" Jared demanded exorbitantly. "We can discuss the medical fees. Young man, as long as you show a good attitude, once Jared cools down, whatever needs to be compensated, I believe Jared won't make it too hard for you," Manager Santino continued to persuade earnestly. However, Jackson remained silent, just listening quietly. "Young man, I've said all I have to say, what do you think?" Manager Santino eventually asked. "What do I think?" Jackson suddenly grinned. Smack!! Before anyone realized, a shadow flashed, and a loud slap sent Jared, who was completely unprepared, flying!! Jackson had only used thirty percent of his strength, but even so, Jared's pupils dilated, his body flew several meters away, rolling seven or eight times on the ground before lying motionless like a dead dog. The several thugs supporting Jared were also affected, all falling to the ground! With one slap, Jackson sent six people flying! "Apologize? Pay money? First, weigh your own status, are you qualified for that?" Jackson stood with his hands behind his back, laughing coldly. Everyone was stunned! No one expected Jackson to suddenly make a move! "Young man, you've gone too far!" Manager Santino was the first to recover, trembling with anger. He turned to the head of the security team and yelled, "Take him down! Send him to the police station!" The security team leader, a tall and thin man, waved his hand, and seven or eight security guards surrounded Jackson. But they clearly underestimated Jackson's combat ability. Even professional bodyguards, dozens of them, were no match for him, let alone these mall security guards. Jackson was like a wolf among sheep, taking down the seven or eight security guards in less than a minute. The security team leader naturally couldn't escape his fate. He thought he could hold on for a while, but after just one confrontation, he was punched hard in the abdomen by Jackson and fell to the ground, losing his ability to fight. "Wow! Mr. Jackson is so amazing!" Watching from the side, Amira clasped her hands together, her girlish heart overflowing. She secretly decided in her heart, "I must get Mr. Jackson to teach me self-defense!" "You, you..." Seeing Jackson swiftly deal with so many security guards and thugs in the blink of an eye, Santino was truly astonished. He had dealt with both the underworld and the law, but he had never seen someone as formidable as Jackson! Tap, tap, tap! The commotion here had already alarmed all the security guards. In a moment, the security team of the shopping mall all rushed towards the fourth floor, looking to trouble Jackson. "Kid, let's see what you do now!" With reinforcements arriving, Santino also gained confidence and sneered. He didn't believe that this time, Jackson could defeat so many people. Three or four dozen people surrounded Jackson, which made Amira very worried, "Oh no, Mr. Jackson is going to get beaten to death!" However, Violet shook her head, "These people are no match for him." Every bodyguard of the Griffith Family is a retired military personnel with over five years of service, far stronger than the security guards of the shopping mall. Yet Jackson managed to single-handedly defeat the entire team of Griffith Family bodyguards. Since that night, Violet had a clearer understanding of Jackson's terrifying skills. Although she didn't know the exact strength of Jackson, according to Violet's estimation, the quality of the mall's security guards was far from being a match for Jackson. "Violet, we can't just watch Mr. Jackson die. Think of something quickly!" Violet knew Jackson was formidable, but Amira didn't know and was extremely anxious. "Silly girl, your Mr. Jackson isn't that easy to kill," Violet said with a smile, unable to hold back her amusement. Seeing that Violet was hesitant to intervene, Amira, worried about Jackson's situation, became even more anxious, "Violet, if you keep this up, I'll be unhappy!" Finally, unable to withstand Amira's continuous urging and feeling that it was time to end this farce, Violet approached Santino and said lightly, "Manager Santino, right? Please ask the general manager of the mall to come and see me."