The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 45: PAID MAN AND MAFIA GIRL

"The cher? Can you defend yourself?" whispered Jourrel with eyes staring warily at his surroundings, while removing his belt.

The beautiful girl flicked her shoulders, turning to Jourrel, "A little bit," she said casually making Jourrel tickle.

"What's? Just step aside if that's it!" he panicked, wrapped his belt in his hand.

Not yet able to answer, the six men attacked simultaneously. Jourrel takes a step forward to hide Cheryl's body and protect her. But who would have thought, the girl actually infiltrated next to Jourrel.

"Cheryl!"

Cheryl parried punch after punch with both hands. He jumped and did a consecutive kick right in the stomach of his three opponents. They could fall.

Cheryl managed to retrieve one of the sticks. His movements were agile, the three people he pushed and faced alone regardless of the shout of Jourrel.

He stood up, put up the horses. His eyes are so sharp. Although her breathing was breathless and her heart rate increased, Cheryl was still focused on seeing those who were waking up and about to attack her.

Punch after blow was inevitable. Cheryl continues to attack while fending off to defend. His hands and feet did not stop moving, giving kicks and punches simultaneously.

Precisely because too focused on seeing Cheryl, Jourrel carelessly. A punch landed on his left shoulder. "Aarrayghh! Shit!"

Only then did Jourrell realize, immediately pulling one of his opponents beat the man's face with the grip of the hand that contained the head of his belt. Blood splattered directly on his face.

Jourrel managed to snatch one of the sticks and hit his opponent's head back. He also fought the other two until they completely fell. Because his chest was rumbled with anger.

Afterwards, looking at Cheryl who was quite difficult to face three burly men alone. The girl was almost knocked back, although no one managed to hurt her. Cheryl can avoid it well.

Jourrel immediately pulled the shirt of one of Cheryl's enemies, pushed her down and stomped on her repeatedly full of emotion.

Cheryl also became free of movement. He gave a trick move to his hand. Until successfully kicking a valuable asset one of his enemies with his heels taper and long.

"Aargh!"

The man groaned in pain, taking a few steps back. While with a quick movement, Cheryl's hand strikes on the other enemy, her punch is right hit the man's back head until his ears bleed.

"Who paid you?" Jourrel stomped on the chest of one of the enemies who was still conscious.

The man had trouble speaking and tried to dodge Jourrel's knee so as not to press his chest that was so tight.

Cheryl walked up to stand behind Jourrel. "Jhon!" cheryl said quietly without taking her eyes off the car.

Jourrel looked back, looking up to see the girl. Cheryl flicked her chin towards the car. The man understood the code from Cheryl, immediately turning his eyes forward.

Two men walked over while pointing guns at the two of them. Jourrel stood up in slow motion, raising both hands. He hid Cheryl behind his back.

"Go away or I shoot you too!" screeching the man asked Jourrel to step aside.

But the man was unmoved, not letting Cheryl's body be seen at all. Cheryl was agitated, her body stiffened. He was not allowed by his father to carry any type of firearm. Only martial arts. That's why he panicked.

"Please shoot me!" challenge Jourrel.

Cheryl glanced at the man's words. "Stupid!" umpat Cheryl sleeps her helmet on Jourrel's helmet. "Don't he think how his opponent turned himself in!" said the girl was upset.

Jourrel took a deep breath. One hand went into his jacket pocket. He looked, "Stay behind me!" muttered.

"They!" The sound of two firearms ready to be fired by bullets.

Cheryl's panicking. He did not dare to move, remaining standing behind Jourrel. While Jourrel focused with two men who were now looking at him full of grin.

"Dor! Jdaarr!"

Connect~

Hyezooh! Who shot first. 😂