Chapter 225

Cecilia stared in disbelief at the man downstairs. It was like something straight out of a movie, yet it was happening vividly right before her eyes.

She had never imagined that in real life, someone could actually take on dozens, or even hundreds of men alone. Timothy demonstrated what it meant to be fiercely skilled.

Those thugs wielding machetes and clubs became nothing more than straw men in front of him. Every punch, every kick, every movement of his body became a deadly weapon.

No one could get close to him. It was as if he had some kind of sixth sense for dodging attacks. He consistently slipped away just before the weapons could land.

Timothy moved effortlessly with a relaxed expression. Every one of his moves was fluid and purposeful. One thug after another fell. They were reduced to nothing more than bouncy balls in the courtyard, as they were sent flying in all directions by Timothy's kicks.

With each casual slap or kick, someone would be launched through the air.