You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce threw Luther off. He couldn't be so drunk with just a few glasses of champagne? What nonsense was he talking about in such a situation.

They got a dozen professional fighters in front of them now.

Even if she had diligently practiced karate for the past three years, she could not handle so many people at the same time.

What's more, they all had sticks in their hands.

The only way for them would be to capture the leader first.

The bald punk in front of the group lunged towards Joyce waving his stick.

Joyce dodged, locked his arms with a beautiful tackle, and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Then she slammed her elbow into the back of the bald punk with all her might.

All the moves were fast, forceful and accurate!

out the leader first, she could then

times and bent over in pain, unable to catch his breath for a moment. What a ruthless woman, he lamented. The rest of the

she had no time to deal with

that moment, a stick was about to come down on her, and Luther joined the fight just in time. He took a step forward and knocked the punks down to the

work well with each other, and soon, several punks had been knocked to the

each other immediately. They should make it quick, and then get in the car and go away. There was no

more punks were kicked to

punk who had been knocked

furious and sneaked up behind Joyce while she was fighting with another punk. “Bitch!” He cursed and picked up a stick and

front of him immediately

stick was about to

without hesitation, he lunged at her, pushing her away with

time, it was too late to dodge the

took the blow

saw that Luther had taken a blow from the bald punk, she jerked her leg up and with a

moment, the alarm bell in