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.

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

ended up knocking seven or

was as if 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. “You probably can‘t impress a guy like that with

them discussed with

instantly shocked

whatever means

baton away and slowly

“You! You!”

had his fingers broken even forgot the pain and looked at Sean in

must make you

call all the security guards

chop my head off if I don‘t kill you

grabbed a walkie–talkie from

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

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

his teeth and roared. Then he pressed the walkie–talkie button

suddenly a yell.

the young man cursed

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

The crowd subconsciously turned their heads

striding over grimly. The wealthy businessmen

also narrowed his eye slightly. “The middle–aged man looks quite

what are you doing here?” The young man