The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 192

Bonk!

He hit him right in the head, and the security guard fell to the ground.

Then Sean hit three more people with a sweep of the baton.

He seemed at ease with the common rubber baton.

He was so quick it was impossible to see his movements.

Bonk! Bonk! Bonk!

The sound of a baton hitting bodies rang again and again. Then the seven or eight security guards screamed and fell to the ground one by one.

They used the same weapon, but it depended on who was using it.

These ordinary people were no match for Sean.

At the very least, any security guard Sean hit with the baton would tremble in so much pain that they had to retreat.

At the very worst, their bones would be fractured, and they would scream in pain.

He did not stop as guards went flying here and there. In less than a minute, the fight was over. Seven or eight security guards lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Sean was still in the wheelchair, twirling the black rubber baton.

He kept a straight face as he remained indifferent.

The young man froze while the rich people around them were stunned.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

eight strong men

lame man ended up knocking seven or eight

crip... This young man isn‘t ordinary. He knows martial arts. “He really isn‘t.

billionaires around them discussed with shock

shocked a lot

whatever means you

away and slowly leaned on

“You! You!”

fingers broken even forgot the pain and looked at Sean

I must make

the walkie–talkie and call all the security guards to

off if I don‘t kill

babbled and grabbed a walkie–talkie

Lakeside Hotel was nearly thirty floors high and contained sections for leisure, entertainment, accommodation, and so on. With such a vast area of land, security forces were

hundred security guards in the Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel. He did not believe that the cripple before him could knock over

man gritted his teeth and roared. Then he

then, there was suddenly a yell. “Stop the

the young man cursed without

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

know who you‘re talking to!” The crowd subconsciously turned their heads around

buttoned–up collar suit, followed by two attendants, was striding over grimly. The wealthy businessmen onlookers froze when

his eye slightly.

“Mr... Mr. Zigger, what are you doing here?” The young man hurriedly put down the walkie–talkie and put on an obsequious smiling face. Even though he was usually arrogant and domineering, he knew who