My Waste Husband novel Chapter 391

Captain Sun was kicked in the chest by the middle-aged woman, and he took a few steps back.

Jerry was lying on one side, looking relaxed, as if he was watching a show.

This young woman was the strongest within Helen's team, and the rest of them were far worse than her.

A small team was gathered by all kinds of talents, not all of them were combat talents.

After kicking Captain Sun, the young woman had almost no opponents. Two men came up to stop her but were easily knocked over by her.

"You trash, do you think you're worthy of being my teammates? Do you know that I've been sick to the point of vomiting during this period of time?" The young woman spat contemptuously and finally looked at Helen. "B*tch, get ready to enjoy!"

Helen was a hot-tempered person, so she couldn't bear it at this moment. She waved her fist and hit the young woman.

"A soft punch!" Helen's fist was easily grasped by the young woman. "Did you roll too long with the man last night?"

Helen's beautiful eyes were filled with anger. She kicked at her opponent but was easily blocked by her. "Tsk tsk tsk, tsk, tsk. Not powerful."

The reason why the woman deliberately humiliated Helen was to leave a good impression on Jerry.

"That's right." Jerry lay on the sofa and clapped his hands happily. "I like you more and more, you dog."

When the young woman received Jerry's "praise", her face lit up with joy. However, she looked at Helen coldly. "Helen Han, now is time for my fist!"

The moment the young woman finished speaking, she punched toward Helen's face.

Helen felt the speed and strength of her fist, and her pretty face changed. She quickly stretched out her fist to resist. Although she blocked the fist, her body was unstable and she took a few steps back.

The young woman rushed forward and punched again.

Seeing this scene, Jerry showed a happy smile.

Helen's retreating posture had just dissipated. Facing this punch from the young woman, she did not even have time to stop it. She could only watch her opponent's fist grow larger and larger in her pupils.

Seeing that the fist was getting closer and closer to her, Helen closed her eyes and resigned to her fate to wait for the fist to come. She was waiting to be humiliated by the fists and words of the other party.

One second passed...

Two seconds passed...

Three seconds passed...

In a fight between masters, a lot of things would happen within a second.

However, three seconds later, the sharp pain from Helen's imagination did not come.