The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 1739

No matter which city, there would always be these thugs and despicable individuals, and this was no exception even in a place like Crosac.

However, what surprised Jagoan was that this group of hooligans seemed to be coming toward him and Lisha.

When they arrived in front of them, the hooligans surrounded Jagoan and Lisha.

“Are you two Jagoan Jagoan and Lisha Crosac?” The leader, a young man with yellow hair, asked while pulling out a switchblade about ten centimeters long from his waist.

Upon hearing the name Lisha Crosac, Timaeus, who was eating beside them, widened his eyes in surprise, and Shirley also had a sudden realization on her face.

Jagoan frowned and said, “We’re not, you‘ve got the wrong people…”

“Not? Hehe. We’ve been following you from near the Harvey Tower until here. Do you dare say you’re not?”

The yellow-haired leader sneered. He pressed the button on the handle of his switchblade, and the shiny ten-centimeter blade sprang out.

“Don’t blame us for being heartless. Someone paid us to deal with you, and we had no choice!”

As soon as the yellow-haired leader finished speaking, he swung the switchblade toward Jagoan’s face.

Meanwhile, the other hooligans grabbed their weapons and began to swing at Jagoan and Lisha with steel pipes.

Just then, a loud roar suddenly sounded.

“Stop!”

This thunderous roar immediately stunned the gang of hooligans.

The person who shouted was none other than Timaeus, the head of the Hunt family who had been eating bullfrogs quietly.

Timaeus slowly stood up from his stool, then walked towards the hooligans. As he approached, his hunched figure gradually straightened, even giving people a subtle sense of oppression.

In an instant, Timaeus was surrounded by the group of hooligans.

However, Timaeus was quite skilled. He managed to dodge all the punches, kicks, and steel pipes swung by these hooligans without getting hit once.

All of the attacks were avoided by him.

His hands alternated between fists and palms to knock hooligans down one after another. However, his hands were not weapons, and even though he knocked the hooligans down, they could quickly get up and rejoined the fight.

“This old guy can really fight!”

“Screw him! I don‘t believe he can hold out!”

With the yellow-haired leader’s shout, the group of hooligans became even more vicious.