My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 78 I Will Protect You

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.

He didn't have the strength to crawl forward even with either hand.

The others were also dumbfounded by his aura and all tried to crawl away, but they had no strength.

Everyone began to shiver.

Both the sound of the iron bar and his footsteps were like the death knell of hell to several of them.

They even feared that they would die directly under his iron rod.

Walking up to the bald man, Noah's brows knitted slightly and he pressed the end of the iron rod

against his brow, "Say it, who sent you here?"

"We ..." the bald man kept shaking his head with a look of fear.

"Say it." He ordered in a cold voice, just like a king who holds the power of life and death.

With those words, his hand holding the iron bar began to push harder and he added, "If you don't want

to die."

"My boss told me to come, my boss said he had a friend who disliked you and needed to teach you a

lesson, and gave me your picture."

"He told me to ambush outside the hotel and wait for my chance." The bald big man explained

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After hearing all this, Noah could already guess who the person who disliked him.

"Who is your Boss?" Noah asked.

"Alden Pittman, the henchman of the second leader of the Black Tiger Gang in Flento City. Can you

spare me, sir? Please."

"Alden Pittman ..." Noah's eyebrows raised, the temperature under his eyes grew colder and colder.

"I've explained everything now, can you treat me like a fart and let me go?" The bald man begged

humbly.

Noah tossed the iron bar aside and walked straight to a black Honda, taking out a black leather rope

from inside.

He then tied the six of them securely together before calling the police.

A few of the big men panicked internally at the sight.

Noticing that she was still barefoot, he immediately leaned down gracefully once more and placed the

delicate silver stiletto heels at her feet.

And then he carefully helped her to put on her shoes.

Every movement was gentle, as if he was sweeping dust off an antique.

It was a far cry from the fight.

His fingers seemed to carry a electricity, and at this moment she clearly felt as if a surge of electricity

ran from her ankle into her body and drove it straight to her heart.

The pain in his left elbow continued, and he frowned slightly again, gently moving his left arm.

Jocelyn's heart immediately tightened, "Your elbow hurts, doesn't it? Let me have a look."

He said indifferently, "It's fine, I just need you to help me drive later."

With those words, he stepped into the car and sat on the passenger side.

Jocelyn immediately followed and sat directly in the driver's seat.

The carriage was dimly lit.

She turned on the interior lights, moved closer to him, gently took his right hand, undid the cufflinks and

carefully rolled the sleeve upwards.

His entire elbow was already slightly swollen and the bruise was so obvious that it hurt, and her heart

tingled as she watched.

Jocelyn gently pressed the swollen part with her fingers and asked, "What kind of pain does it feel

when pressed like this?"

"A bearable pain." He only frowned slightly, with no half-hearted emotional fluctuations visible on his

face.

She gently moved his elbow again and added, "How about this?"

"Hiss ... it hurts more this way."

Jocelyn didn't say anything and touched his elbow carefully, her eyes kept hovering over his face

constantly, observing the change in his expression.