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

knocking seven

knows martial arts. “He really isn‘t. I want him to be my bodyguard. He

them discussed

shocked

means

rubber baton away and slowly

“You! You!”

even forgot the pain and looked

make you pay

the walkie–talkie and call all the

chop my head off if

babbled and grabbed

high and contained sections for leisure, entertainment, accommodation, and so on. With such a vast area

than one hundred security guards in the Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel. He did not believe that the cripple before

his teeth and roared. Then

Just then, there was suddenly a yell. “Stop

the young man

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

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

followed by two attendants, was striding over

eye slightly. “The

young man who was ready to summon others on the walkie–talkie instantly turned pale as soon as he yol a good look at the man. “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 he could