Chapter 8:

Chapter Eight:

Michael Stone was furious, wanting to teach Jackson how to deal with his masters and that he was nothing more than an insect. Men gathered around Jackson in a circle, their eyes filled with malice. Some held iron chains, others sharp tools, and some had weapons with bodies larger than Jackson's.

A triumphant smile appeared on Michael's lips, and he said, "It will be an entertaining show. I'll watch as your bones are crushed, you wretched giant."

At that moment, a car arrived, and three people emerged from it, smiling and eager to enjoy the sight of Jackson being humiliated and thrown at their feet. They were Edward, Emma Carter, and Victoria Stone. Michael had called his sister and informed her to bring her friend because they would watch an enjoyable movie. At this time, Edward was with Emma.

Emma smiled triumphantly when she saw Jackson surrounded by a group of men.

"What do you think? We'll have a great time watching your ex-husband stripped and humiliated in front of everyone in public," Victoria exclaimed with joy, holding a box of popcorn for entertainment.

Jason approached, saying, "What if you get closer? It'll be even more exciting. Now, it's Eva's turn. She must come and watch how he becomes helpless and the center of everyone's attention. It's an example so that no one dares to stand against us again."

Jackson stared at those waiting for his downfall, observing how everyone rejoiced and smiled in anticipation of him being trampled like a bug. He stood his ground, laughing, until one of the men threw iron chains to restrain him.

Victoria exclaimed, "Oh... oh... the show has begun."

At this moment, Iyqa arrived to see the enormous men surrounding Jackson and heard Emma's voice, "Good job, guys. He's miserable. In just a minute, he'll fall without defense."

All this while Jackson smiled mockingly, then he pulled a move that made the man fall. Everyone was amazed, and Michael stumbled backward, but it was time to release the lion, and Jackson lost control.

"You... you... don't let him get near me. Don't let him come to me," Michael shouted, trembling and seeking shelter among his men.

But Jackson began to defeat the men one by one, delivering powerful punches and blows, leaving everyone astonished at how one person could face such a large number of trained fighters. No one knew he was one of the top five combat trainers in the world, and he was undoubtedly the strongest.

"How... how could he do this?" Edward stammered.

As for Jason, his knees were shaking; he didn't know Jackson could be this strong. Eva was certain that Jackson came from a very powerful and wealthy family. Only the extremely rich were trained like this. His fighting wasn't street fighting or unintentional punches; he knew where, when, and how to do this. It was training to protect oneself because he might face such situations frequently.

She approached, wanting to end this battle, which might escalate and end up with them in jail, tarnishing their company's reputation.

"Jackson, please stop this," she implored.

"There's no way to stop it. It's already begun," Jackson smiled.

"If you want no one to reveal your true identity, there's Emma standing with the traitor who betrayed you, and the two men waiting for your downfall, and you're worried that no one recognizes you."

Jackson thought for a moment and decided to end this. He didn't want anyone to know who Jackson Harrison was. He left immediately, leaving them all in a state of astonishment and shock.

Jackson Harrison arrived at the main company building, his head held high after stepping out of a car that had caught everyone's attention. It was the most expensive and stunning car, a sleek sports model.

He entered the building, and employees bent down to greet him as he walked with firm steps, wearing a sleek black suit. He made his way to the conference room, knowing that his grandfather was waiting for him with a team of businessmen to announce his return. His sister Caroline stood by their side.

As he entered, Caroline greeted him, "Good thing you changed into suitable attire. It seems you visited the palace before your arrival, Leader."

JH, a symbol that echoed through the halls, some referred to him as the Leader, others as the King, and some as the Lion. His grandfather sat at the head of the desk, waiting for his grandson's arrival.

"It seems you've returned stronger, my grandson," he said.

Jackson smiled, bowed to greet his grandfather, and kissed his hand. "Thanks to you, Grandfather, I'm back, stronger than ever, but I won't leave anyone unchallenged."

"Mr. Young Man, all our companies are waiting for the heir's name to be announced," spoke the executive president who had worked with them for over twenty years.

Jackson looked at his grandfather and said as he headed towards the meeting table, "Announce my return everywhere without revealing my face, step by step, and the world will know of my presence."

Jackson smiled, looking at his grandfather, then continued firmly, "I'll remain distant from the company and the palace, but I'll watch from afar."

There's a plan for every step, and Jackson knows well how to strike and when. Now he'll make them pay for his absence, their betrayal, and their treachery. Jackson picked up some solid gold banknotes worth at least a billion and left, deciding to return to his simple attire.