The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 100

The moment Sean Lennon finished speaking, Quill Zimmer was so angry he spat through gritted teeth, “You f*cking…”

Quill pointed at Sean and was just about to unleash his wrath on Sean.

Smack!

Sean lifted his arm. Once again, another resounding slap was heard.

Thump thump thump!

Quill was forced back by Sean’s slap, and he could not help but stumble a few steps backward.

Both his cheeks were swelling up fast.

The handprint on his cheeks was also clearly visible.

“F*ck! You loser!

“Finish him!” cradling his cheeks, Quill roared furiously.

At that moment, the six burly bodyguards behind him snapped back to their

senses.

They had been with Quill for a very long time and they had never seen him on the receiving end of beatings before.

It was always them dishing out the beatings for him. Since when was their side the one at the receiving end of things?

That was why they had been dumbfounded when Sean slapped Quill. They had been absolutely stunned.

Now that their master had spoken, how could they dare to not move?

“Young man, how dare you slap Young Master Zimmer?

“I think you really have no idea what exactly you’ve done!”

One burly bodyguard scoffed coldly and reached out his humongous hand, about to hold Sean in a chokehold.

As ‘guard dogs‘, they had gotten used to following Quill around town, painting the town red, and forcing others to submit to their authority.

They were also extremely used to bullying, taunting, and similar activities.

This was a bunch of mean, ruthless bullies!

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was a disabled person, they would show no

man used all his strength in an attempt to lock

without his wheelchair? Would he not just be a puppet on the floor, forced to allow them to do whatever they

seem to flinch, nor did

hide.

quickly as a hare

Boom! Crack!

burly man was quickly twisted by Sean like a cloth being

out.

his joints were being

strong it stunned

“Ahhh!”

after, a wail was heard coming from the burly man’s mouth. It was as if a piglet was

once more. A slap was

Smack!

crisp slap had landed on the burly man’s face, forcing him to stumble

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was still no change in

was quick, brutal, and

and his men

not even stand. How was

back down. He

“Continue! Go on!”

massaged his swollen cheeks and

looked at each other and launched their attacks toward

Some punched. Others kicked.

Sean, trapping him in the

Boom! Smack!

Thunk!

Crack!

Smack!

“Ahhhh! Gasp! Ahhhh!”

the sound of flesh being hit was

were also sounds of sharp inhales and

seen. The five bodyguards fell

did not take more than a minute for

burly bodyguards were all sprawled on the

were injured, and they were all squealing in

still seated securely in his

his legs. Sean was not flustered, nor was he panting or catching

fighting these bodyguards had been as easy for him as

Quill was stunned.

would he have thought that Sean the cripple would be so good at