Female Novel
Chapter 459
Chapter: 459
However, his well-honed instincts and years of combat training instantly kicked in, allowing him to reactswiftly.
Tyrone deftly sidestepped the attacker. The sharp blade cut through the air where he had just been amoment before. Moving quickly, he delivered a precise strike to his opponent’s wrist, forcing him todrop the weapon with a yelp of pain.
The remaining five assailants closed in, each with a knife in hand.
Their eyes burned with fury as they circled him.
Tyrone dodged another attack, kicking the knife out of one of the men’s hands.novelbin
Unyielding, they relentlessly continued the assault. Their coordinated strikes left little room for Tyroneto escape unscathed.
Despite his best efforts, Tyrone couldn’t escape unharmed. During the struggle, a blade grazed hisarm, drawing a crimson line. Fuelled by adrenaline, he swiftly retaliated by flinging one of the men overhis shoulder.
Tyrone stood in a vigilant stance against the wall. Rain cascaded down his face, making it difficult torecognize any of the men before him.
Nevertheless, his unwavering gaze remained fixed on them. “Who are you?” he demanded, undeterredby the danger he faced.
“Give our money back!” roared the tall man, his eyes ablaze with fury.
With unbridled rage, he lunged at Tyrone.
Tyrone dodged sideways. Then, in one fluid motion, he clasped the assailant’s wrist with a vice grip,gaining control over the situation.
Using his strength, he elbowed the man’s chest, forcing him backward with a sharp gasp of pain.
The other five men wasted no time launching a coordinated assault on Tyrone. His reflexes were fast,but the overwhelming odds proved challenging. He couldn’t avoid every blade and soon got hurt.
A blade tore through the sleeve of his suit, penetrating his flesh, and crimson liquid spilled from thedeep gash. The raindrops pelted down, washing away the blood stains.
Filled with anger and adrenaline, Tyrone let out a fierce roar as he delivered a powerful kick to theassailant who had wounded him. The force of the kick sent the man flying backward, clutching hisstomach in agony. A guttural sound escaped the man’s lips as he spat a mouthful of blood.
“That’s enough. Let’s go!” urged one of the assailants, his desire to retreat evident in his voice.
Their original plan was only to rough him up.
But the intensity of the confrontation seemed to have stirred something primal within the others. In theheat of the moment, they seemed to have lost sight of their initial intent.
Tyrone fought hard to protect himself.
Amidst the chaos, an assailant attempted a surprise attack from behind, catching Tyrone off guard. Butbefore the blade could be thrust into his heart, a sharp warning echoed from behind.
“Tyrone! Watch out!”
Reacting to the urgency in the voice, Tyrone instinctively turned just in time to see a blurred figure leapinto the spot where he was standing.
“Ah!” A blood-curdling scream pierced the air.