CHAPTER 53
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While observing the guards who had already surrounded him, Jeffery calmly took off his jacket and folded it before turning his head towards one of the guards.

"Do you mind if I give you this jacket to hang onto?"

Met with this ridiculous question, the guard was stumped. But before he could even realize what was happening, Jeffery had already moved toward him with his right palm opened wide. Everything happened in a flash, and before the others could even move an inch from where they were standing, Jeffery struck the man in the chest several times.

Instantly, the man's acupoints were blocked, causing him to be paralyzed. He immediately coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his legs shivering intensely. He tried moving but couldn't and remained standing where he was, his eyes wide open as he stared at Jeffery in shock.

"Thank you," Jeffery said as he placed his jacket on the man's right shoulder.

"What are you all waiting for?!" Bob yelled in anger. "Attack him at the same time! Don't give him
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