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

lame man ended up knocking seven or eight strong men to the

as if they were filming a movie. “This crip... This young man isn‘t ordinary. He knows martial arts. “He really isn‘t. I

around them discussed

instantly shocked

whatever means you

black rubber baton away and slowly leaned on the back of

“You! You!”

even forgot the pain

must make you pay

and call all the security guards to

my head off if I

and grabbed

Hotel was nearly thirty floors high and contained sections for leisure, entertainment, accommodation, and

not believe that the cripple before him could knock over a hundred people even if he were

roared. Then he

Just then, there was suddenly a yell. “Stop

the young man

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

talking to!” The crowd subconsciously turned their heads around to

collar suit, followed by two attendants, was striding over grimly. The wealthy businessmen

eye slightly. “The middle–aged man

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 and could