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!

she knocked out the leader first, she

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

focused solely on the bald punk, and she had no time

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

soon,

Joyce and Luther exchanged glances and understood each other immediately. They should make it quick, and then get in the car and go away. There was no point in dwelling on

punks were kicked to the

this point, the bald punk who had been knocked to the ground by Joyce finally caught his

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

distracted. The punk in front of

was about

frowned, and without hesitation, he lunged at her, pushing

time, it was too late to dodge

the blow with

taken a blow from the bald punk, she jerked her leg up

alarm bell in the parking