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.

result. Seven or eight strong men with

the lame man ended up knocking seven or eight

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

and billionaires around them discussed with shock on

instantly shocked a

whatever means

rubber baton away and slowly leaned on the

“You! You!”

young man who had his fingers broken even forgot

must make you

walkie–talkie and call all

head off if I don‘t

and grabbed a walkie–talkie from a

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

He did not believe that the cripple before him could knock over a hundred

and roared. Then he pressed the walkie–talkie button

Just then, there was suddenly a

young man

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

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

man in a buttoned–up collar suit, followed by two attendants, was striding over grimly. The wealthy

slightly. “The middle–aged

doing here?” The young man hurriedly put down the walkie–talkie and