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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this moment, the burly man used all his strength in an attempt to lock Sean in a chokehold. He was then going to yank Sean out

a puppet on

seem to

hide.

snaked out as quickly as a hare and grabbed the wrist of

Boom! Crack!

burly man was quickly twisted

out.

his joints were being dislocated by how crisp the bone–breaking

grip strength was so strong it

“Ahhh!”

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

shot out once more.

Smack!

the burly man’s face, forcing him to stumble backward

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There was still

quick, brutal,

his men were

even stand. How was he so

to back down. He refused to believe

“Continue! Go on!”

his swollen cheeks and

bodyguards looked at each other and launched their attacks toward

Some punched. Others kicked.

trapping him in the

Boom! Smack!

Thunk!

Crack!

Smack!

“Ahhhh! Gasp! Ahhhh!”

were thrown, and the sound of flesh being hit

also sounds of sharp inhales

of falling figures could soon be seen. The five bodyguards fell to the

a minute for the

burly bodyguards were all sprawled

injured, and

seated

his legs. Sean was not flustered,

almost like fighting these bodyguards had been as easy for him as flicking a few ants

Quill was stunned.

thought that Sean the cripple would be