"Ah!" The fighter screamed miserably and covered his eyes as he squatted down.
Another stone hit another fighter in his temple and he stopped in his tracks immediately because of the shock.
There were still two fighters and it would be too late for Joyce to throw any more stones. She would thus have to confront them.
Both fighters were professionally trained and make harsh and unforgiving moves.
Although Joyce was agile, gradually she found it hard to dodge their fists. In the end, she had to switch from attacking to defending.
When she had already had so much of a headache fighting the two fighters, the other two fighters had also recovered and were ready to join the fight.
Joyce frowned and gritted her teeth.
How could she possibly fight four men at the same time? And their fists were about to land on her body the next moment…
Suddenly, a fighter was kicked off violently by someone.
The hand of the other fighter, which was already so close to Joyce, was held firmly in place.
Immediately afterwards, with a "click", the sound of a fractured wrist, the fighter screamed in pain and fell to the side, twitching all over.
Joyce then noticed that at some point, Luther had come with Aaron.
It was Aaron who had kicked one of the fighters out of the way.
And it was Luther who broke the wrist of the other fighter.
Luther yanked Joyce behind him for protection as he bellowed at the younger Mr. Walsh, "Stop it!"
He looked so serious at the moment and apparently would not take no for an answer.
When the younger Mr. Walsh saw Luther, his heart retreated and he shouted, "Get back here, all of you."
The four fighters retreated in disarray behind the younger Mr. Walsh.
"Mr. Warner, this is a personal matter between this woman and me, are you sure you want to interfere in our business?" The younger Mr. Walsh questioned unhappily.
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