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

lame man ended up knocking seven

they were filming a movie. “This crip... This young man isn‘t ordinary. He knows martial arts. “He really isn‘t. I want him to be my bodyguard. He could charge any price.

businessmen and billionaires around them discussed with shock on

confrontation instantly shocked

means

black rubber baton away and slowly leaned on the back of

“You! You!”

even forgot the pain and looked at Sean in

make you pay

all the security guards to

chop my head off if I don‘t

man babbled and grabbed a walkie–talkie from a

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

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

young man gritted his teeth and roared. Then

there was suddenly a yell. “Stop the

man cursed

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

you‘re talking to!” The crowd

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

slightly. “The middle–aged man looks quite

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