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.

such a result. Seven or eight strong men with weapons fought against a cripple in

man ended up knocking seven or eight strong men

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

them discussed with shock

instantly shocked a lot

means

threw the black rubber baton away and slowly leaned on the back of the

“You! You!”

broken even forgot the pain and looked at Sean

I must make

me the walkie–talkie and call all the security

chop my head off if I don‘t kill you

grabbed a

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

in the Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel. He did not believe that the cripple before him could knock over a hundred people even if he

roared. Then he pressed the

then, there was suddenly a yell. “Stop the

the young man cursed

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

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

striding over grimly. The wealthy businessmen onlookers froze when they saw

eye slightly. “The middle–aged man looks quite

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 and could not