King's Back
Chapter 37 Workaholic

But Harry did not want to dig out the answer. From now on, he was thereal disciple of Jackson.

Harry was so excited that he could not wait to learn the martial skillsfrom Jackson.

Harry was almost 1.8 meters tall, but he was a bit skinny. Everyonecould tell that he had never done any hard training.

He was not powerful enough, not agile enough, nor was he good atfighting.

Jackson decided to start his training from the most fundamental level.Only then could Harry fully develop himself.

“Do the bench press with 60KG. Ten reps for each with five sets.”Jackson pointed to the barbell beside him

Then he trained Harry to do shuttle run, sit up and so on. Jackson wascarefully observing the whole process with his eyes.

Harry had barely undergone such hard training. He was completelyexhausted with sweat shedding all over his head. And his clothes weredrenched because of sweat.

But he still gritted to insist on finish the whole training. Needless to say,his persistence was still admirable.

An hour later.

Harry still wanted to keep on training, but Jackson waved at him said,“That's all for today’s training. It is your first time to go through suchtraining. It is not a good idea to overdo yourself.”

To be honest, Jackson was quite satisfied with Harry's performance ontraining.

Hearing that, Harry flopped on the ground. He felt dog-tired all over.He felt like clinging to the ground and never wanted to stand up.When he was about to close his own eyes to take a rest, Jackson kickedhim with his feet and shouted, “You are not allowed to take a rest. Getin front of the mirror and do a half squat stance. It is the finishing stepfor relaxing.”

“Hold on the stance for 20 minutes. If you dare to move a bit, you arerequired to do 20 push-ups as punishment.”

Harry was about to cry when hearing that.

Now he knew what the definition of hell-like training was.

But he did not dare to go against his master's order. He had to walk tothe front of the mirror and do the half squat stance.

Jackson nodded with satisfaction and he walked to a punch bag. Hewanted to exercise a bit.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jackson's punch hit on the bag, and it did not even swung by thepunch. However, on the other side of the bag, a dent could be clearlyseen on it. Every punch Jackson hit ignited a loud thundering sound,which kept echoing within the gym.

The skill he used was similar with Wing Chun. Though it seemed normaland plain, each punch he hit was horribly powerful.

After a few punches, the punch bag was blown out. The sand in itscattered all over the ground.

Those normal punch bags could not even resist a few punches fromJackson. The training base in the Dragon Palace was equipped withspecially made punch bag. The content was not sand but little steelballs. And the punch bag was all made of crocodile skin.

Even though, those members of the Dragon Palace could alwaysdestroy those special punchbag from time to time.

Harry fixed his eyes on Jackson in shock with his eyes wide open.

How horrible Jackson was! He even destroyed the punch bagcompletely with a few punches. All of a sudden, he felt like himselfoverwhelmed with burning desire. Though he was actually exhausted,he was getting more and more determined to be powerful.

“Hold on your stance. Stop trembling! Are you f**king doing stripdancing? Keep your arm muscle taut and tighten your own waist.”Jackson walked to the front of Harry and patted on every part of hisbody.

Harry felt pain while being patted by Jackson. But soon, his face froze.It seemed he could feel that his body was refueled with energy afterJackson's pats. He felt himself refreshed all over.

He could never expect that Jackson not only simply patted on his body,but helped to stretched his muscle and activate his blood flow.Generally speaking, Harry could definitely suffer from severe muscularsoreness after such training. So Jackson did so to prevent his musclefrom strain by doing so.

It had been two hours later.

Harry had been under training during the two hours non-stop. Even ifhe was permitted to take a rest, he had to remain the half squat stance.But Jackson was carefully planning the training. Though Harry hadreached his limit, he even felt himself refreshed.

Then they walked out of the gym after training. And it was off dutytime.

“Master, what about let me pay you a meal?”

“You don't need to. Just go back home on your own. I have somethingelse to deal with.” Jackson waved to refuse.

Harry just left. He had to take a bath as he was told by Jackson.

Ask for Jackson, he wanted to wait for his wife's off duty time.

He returned to the office of the sales department, where there was noone left.

He started to play games to kill time. And time passed soon.

When Jackson took out his phone to check the time, it was already20:30 in the evening.

“Is she going crazy? I'd better go to her office to have a look.”

Jackson turned off the computer and took the elevator to the floor ofthe president's office.

He knocked on the door a few times but there was still no response.Jackson frowned and he pushed the door open slightly, where he couldsee that Dolcie was busy with her work on the desk. Then he breathed asigh of relief.

With a pair of golden-edged glasses on her face, which was a pair ofblue-ray proof glasses to protect her eye sight, she looked pretty andsexy with her long hair covering her shoulder.

It could be said that she was an elite in the business world and no onedared to look down upon her.

Dolcie was highly concentrated on her own work. With her delicateface, a trace of elegance could be sensed from her. She looked brilliantwith a yellow shawl on her shoulder.

Jackson was a bit stunned.

She was his wife at home and she was also a proud president in thecompany. At the same time, she still kept struggling to fight against theauthoritarian of the Clark Family.

Now Jackson suddenly had the determination to protect such a beautyand shelter a peaceful life for her.

Jackson did not have the urge to break such tranquility at the moment.He pushed the door open a bit more and walked in slowly. Then hestood beside her desk and kept watching his beloved lady.

Five minutes later, Dolcie felt a bit tired. She relaxed her neck a bit andstretched herself leisurely. But she suddenly noticed that there wassomeone standing in front of her.

Dolcie almost jumped out of shock. She leaned backwardssubconsciously.

Then she finally realized that it was Jackson. She frowned andmurmured in a complaining tone,

“What are you doing here? Why don't you knock on the door beforeyou came in? You scared me!”

Jackson smiled, “I did not have the heart to interrupt you when Inoticed you were highly focused on your own work. Well, are you tired?Let me massage you, okay?"

Dolcie relaxed her shoulder a bit and started to pile up the documentsscattering on the desk, “No thanks. I don't want to be sexually harassedby you. I know you can't control yourself when touching me.”

“You can go back home if you are tired. Don't interrupt me. I need oneor two more hours to finish the rest.”

Jackson just shrugged and said nothing.

Then he saw a bowl of instant noodles on the desk. A billionaire fedherself with instant noodles, just a kind of junk food? At the thought ofthat, Jackson took away the noodles.

“What a workaholic!”

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Dolcie deemed that Jackson was grabbing away her noodles. She felt abit angry.

“Jackson, what are you doing? You even grab away my noodles? Howdare you!”

Jackson just took the noodles away and left without saying a word.Looking at his back fading away from her sight, Dolcie bit her lips andpuffed with annoyance.

Actually she was starving and she happened to notice that there was apack of instant noodles left in the office. So she wanted to feed herselfwith it.

But when she was about to eat it, the noodles was taken away byJackson.

“Bastard! How could you take away my noodles!”

Dolcie sighed.00000000000000