chapter 40 Fragrant teaching

Jimstantham City Police Station. Leader Adaline sat in front of the computer, her expression serious as she watched the screen. It was the footage of Jackson fighting the robbers on the fourth floor, which she had already watched dozens of times. Leader Maddox, the captain of the armed police, sighed beside her, "This Jackson is really too strong. Those robbers, in front of him, were like ants, easily crushed. They are completely on a different league." "Leader Maddox, you rarely praise someone like this," Adaline said in surprise. Leader Maddox gave a wry smile, "I rarely did before because I had not encountered a master like Jackson. To be honest, even I probably couldn't last more than ten moves against this young man." "Not even ten moves?!" Adaline was astonished. She knew Jackson was strong, but she hadn't realized he was this formidable. Leader Maddox was famously known as the Sanda champion in the Provincial Public Security Department. Before his current position, he was a member of the special operations group of the Provincial Military Region. He was later transferred to the Jimstantham Police Force and was recognized as the number one in Jimstantham's police circles! Such a master had such high praise for Jackson, which made Adaline feel quite unreal. "Pay attention to the screen here," Leader Maddox pointed at the screen. "Look, when Jackson just reached the fourth floor, his steps seemed very casual. But each of his steps was calculated." "Was he getting closer to the robbers?" Adaline suddenly realized. "Using a silver needle to jam a gun requires a very suitable angle and strength. The closer the better. Jackson probably quietly shot the silver needle into the gun barrel for safety. Impressive, really impressive," Leader Maddox said in awe. "But I didn't see him make a move," Adaline said, puzzled. "If even you could see it, then the robbers would have noticed too," Leader Maddox couldn't help but sigh, "That's his most impressive point. Adaline, slow down the footage and watch carefully." "Oh my God!" It wasn't until Adaline slowed down the footage by ten times that she saw the subtle movements between Jackson's fingers. Without slowing it down and looking closely, these subtle changes were impossible to notice! "Can silver needle really jam a gun?" Even after seeing the actual footage, Adaline still found it incredible. Leader Maddox spoke seriously, "In theory, it's possible, but very difficult in practice. When I was in the army, I had heard of this technique, but it's a secret of the Land of the Red Dragon's special combat forces. That Jackson could achieve this with a silver needle is totally beyond my expectations." "Why would someone so skilled stay with the Griffith Group?" Adaline wondered. "That's not within our scope to worry about," Leader Maddox shook his head and then said casually, "Such a talent, it's a pity he didn't become a police officer." Hearing this, Adaline's eyes lit up. ... At the Griffith Family residence, Jackson and the group got out of the car. Following them was the Griffith Family's bodyguard convoy, a very impressive procession. They had received news of the hostage situation at the mall and had immediately set out. It was only halfway through their journey, upon encountering Jackson and Violet safely returning, that the bodyguards all breathed a sigh of relief. "All right, continue your training," Jackson said to Julius and the others. Julius and the others were tearful, they had originally thought that by showing eagerness, they could rest for a day, but they still had to train. These days, the intensity of the training had increased a lot. Not only did they have to train in the early morning, but also before lunch and after dinner. The bodyguards were indeed complaining bitterly. Soon after, several key managers from the mall came to the Griffith Family residence. As the mall's owners, and with Violet involved in the robbery, the managers felt very uneasy. They said many words of shame and self-blame, about being unable to face themselves, about blaming the inadequate security system, and so on. This made Violet roll her eyes countless times. She had no mood to pursue who was right or wrong and, expressing a desire for quiet, dismissed them all. After lunch, Violet got up to go to the company. "Aren't you supposed to rest?" Jackson casually asked. "For me, immersing in work is the best rest," Violet replied. "A workaholic, huh!" Jackson took a couple of bites and put down his utensils, "Okay, I'll go with you." "No, Mr. Jackson, you promised me in the hospital last time to teach me self-defence. You can't go back on your word!" Amira quickly grabbed Jackson, preventing him from leaving. Jackson helplessly said, "I can teach you self-defence at any time." "But what should I do if I encounter something like today again?" Amira asked pitifully. "Alright, Jackson, Amira has been frightened. She doesn't have many friends in Jimstantham City, so you should spend more time with her today," Violet spoke up. "Violet, I won't listen to you," Jackson retorted with a pout. "If you don't listen to me this time, I won't listen to you in the future," Violet said sternly, her pretty face turning serious. "You're ruthless!" Considering future cooperation, Jackson compromised. He called Julius and asked them to safely escort Violet to the company. "If anything seems amiss, call me immediately, understood?" Jackson instructed. Violet's safety was extremely important, and the current situation did not allow for carelessness. "Don't worry, Young Master. With our entire bodyguard team escorting her, Miss will definitely be safe," Julius assured. Watching Violet leave, Amira grabbed Jackson's hand and shook it vigorously, saying lively, "Mr. Jackson, quickly teach me self-defence!" "Okay, let's pick a place," Jackson agreed. "Let's go to my place!" Amira suggested. Amira's home was near Jimstantham University, a high-end two-story apartment, very exquisitely and thoughtfully decorated. "A tycoon, this must cost several million at least!" Jackson was secretly amazed and became very interested in Amira. If she were an ordinary girl, it would be hard to afford such an apartment in a lifetime. If maintained by someone else, it's possible, but Amira was clearly a virgin. That left only one possibility—Amira's family background was extraordinary! Actually, Jackson didn't know much about Amira, having met her only a few times. He thought of her as a seemingly lively and cheerful girl, without much else in mind. But now, thinking that she could become close friends with Violet, it was likely her family background wasn't bad. With this thought, Jackson's mind became more active. Amira was a genuine rich and beautiful girl—pretty and wealthy, and still a student, much easier to approach than Violet! After completing this mission and getting the S virus antidote, he might consider settling down. Jackson was joyfully thinking. The self-defence teaching took place in the living room. Jackson initially thought he would have to start from the basics, but once he started, he realized Amira had some martial arts foundation and knew a bit of the basics. Her posture was not quite correct, so Jackson's first lesson was mainly about teaching her how to position herself properly. "Keep your body upright, stabilize your base, and don't shake your shoulders," Jackson instructed while demonstrating, letting Amira follow along. Although Amira knew some basics, she had never received professional training. After standing for a while, she felt sore in her shoulders and was sweating profusely. If it wasn't for Jackson's presence, she would have given up long ago. As time went by, her posture became less and less standard. During a turning move, she lost control because she turned too quickly. She had hurt her ankle in the morning, and although Jackson had set the bone, it hadn't fully recovered. This turn caused her to lose her footing, and as she was about to fall to the ground, Amira screamed and closed her eyes. The anticipated pain of hitting the floor never came. Instead, Amira bumped into a broad chest, followed by a strong masculine scent that overwhelmed her, making her heart race and nearly suffocating her. "Thanks, Mr. Jackson," Amira whispered softly. "Don't rush, take it slow. I'll teach you hands-on," Jackson said, supporting her delicate body with one hand and gently holding her hand with the other, his movements as graceful as a gentleman's. Feeling the softness of Amira's hand, Jackson suppressed the ripples in his heart and gradually corrected her posture. This was actually a very intimate scene, being alone with a man, especially since Amira had just undergone intense exercise, panting heavily. Even through with his clothes on, she could feel the heat of his skin. This was the first time Amira had such close contact with a man, and she felt extremely nervous. Fortunately, Jackson had no intention of taking advantage of her and taught her hands-on. With Jackson's personal instruction, Amira's progress was significant. In less than two hours, she already looked imposing in her stance. "That's enough for today's lesson," Jackson said, clapping his hands to signal the end of the class. "Huff." As soon as Jackson called a halt, Amira collapsed, sitting on the ground, fanning herself, "I'm so tired, I'm sweating all over." "You just finished exercising, it's better not to sit down, otherwise..." Jackson hesitated. "Otherwise what?" Amira asked. "Your butt might get bigger," Jackson whispered a reminder. "Ah!" Amira's face changed, and she quickly stood up. She was very satisfied with her current figure and didn't want to become a big-bottomed woman. Realizing it was Jackson who reminded her, Amira became shy and dared not look into Jackson's eyes. "Mr. Jackson, I'm going to take a shower, I feel uncomfortable!" After saying this, Amira fled into the bathroom. Jackson sat on the sofa in the living room, casually flipping through a magazine. Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Jackson's eyes were on the magazine, but his mind had already wandered into the bathroom. "Don't peek, don't peek, you can't betray the young lady's trust in you," Jackson chanted to himself, forcibly suppressing the restless emotions in his heart. Fortunately, Amira didn't take too long to shower. She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, drying the water droplets on her hair with a towel as she ran into the bedroom to change into her clothes. After a while, Amira came out changed, her cheeks still red. It was unclear whether it was from the steam or shyness.