Three men lunged forward from the group, each of them was radiating cruel excitement in their steps.
Their eyes glinted with the thrill of violence, expecting a quick and easy beatdown.
"Jessica stay behind me," as he pulled Jessica behind him.
And the moment they entered Jeff's striking range something changed. In the first place after this, Jeff had no idea on what he was going to do.
When all of a sudden, his body moved on its own.
Like a whisper of instinct buried deep in his bones, something from last night it was the brutal training that is awakening.
Not a technique, not a style, but the raw battle memory that is etched through pain.
The first man swung a powerful fist downward, aiming at Jeff's head.
But he just ducked smoothly, his motion was accurate and precise that he had seen it coming minutes ago.
His body bent low, and a memory replayed in his mind. It is some kind of a movement when Jakol's crushing elbow came from above.
