My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 78

The six men formed a circle around them, each with a fierce look on their faces.

"Come together! Get this brat to death!" A big bald man, glaring viciously at Noah, shouted.

Not being able to think much, Jocelyn immediately took off her jacket and threw it to Noah.

And then with a stretch of her arm, she naturally shielded him behind her, "You stand still, I can handle these guys."

Her movements were fast, her gaze was firm, and she changed from her soft appearance just now to look valiant.

He only felt as if something had touched him gently somewhere inside.

This was the first time in his life that he had been protected by a woman in a crisis.

He silently put his jacket on her, "Stand still, I will protect you."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a big man swung an iron bar towards his head.

He did not panic and kicked that man in three strokes, his movements were smooth and with great momentum.

For a moment, Jocelyn felt as if he was watching a well-made action movie in which he was the perfect male lead.

Immediately afterwards, the others all rushed towards him.

She couldn't care less and quickly kicked off her high heels, then quickly took off her wide jacket and threw it at the face of one of the men beside her.

In the next instant, she rushed into the fray, fighting alongside him.

The two of them were like two agile cheetahs, always delivering the most precise blows to their opponents.

Jocelyn was extremely good at it, and Noah was even better, as he was able to kick both men to the ground together at once without much effort.

Perhaps it was because he was so good that she didn't panic a bit.

At the last minute, one of the strong men was so furious that he swung his iron bar down towards Jocelyn's shoulder.

Noah immediately bent his left arm and used his elbow to block the attack for her.

The pain was excruciating, but he only frowned slightly.

And then his right hand clutched his opponent's iron rod and viciously kicked him away.

"How are you?" Jocelyn asked nervously, scared inside.

"I am fine." He made light of the situation and continued to fight her.

In just under five minutes, the six big men fell en masse at the two's feet, cowering on the ground and screaming in agony.

Sticks were scattered all over the floor, clanking and rolling back and forth, the piercing sound constantly echoing in the large, empty world.

The two men stood side by side, indifference in their eyes.

It was as if the whole world was beneath their feet.

His eyes coldly swept over the big men before calmly picking up the jacket on the ground and shaking it, draping it directly over her, "Nice move."

"You too." Jocelyn smiled.

Without another word, he gracefully bent down and picked up a thick iron bar on the ground, it was long and he held it in his hand with the end just touching the ground.

Noah held the iron rod, walked step by step towards the bald man with a bruised nose.

The end of the iron bar rubbed against the ground, making a cold sound that sent chills down people's spines.

There was no expression on his face, not a word on his lips, but his body exuded a horrific chill, like an elegant killer standing at the top of the food chain.

It was clear that he was holding a rusty iron stick, but he had the feeling of a precious sword.

Looking at him, Jocelyn couldn't help thinking: he really didn't match that path at all.

The bald man was so frightened by his aura that he immediately tried hard to get up and escape, but was unable to.