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.

or eight strong men with weapons fought against a cripple in a

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

a movie. “This crip... This young man isn‘t ordinary. He knows martial arts. “He really isn‘t. I want him to be

billionaires around them discussed

instantly shocked a

whatever means

baton away and slowly

“You! You!”

had his fingers broken even forgot the pain and looked at

make

call all the security guards to

head off if I don‘t kill you

man babbled and grabbed a walkie–talkie from

accommodation, and so

were no fewer than one hundred security guards in the Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel. He did not believe that the cripple before him could knock over a hundred people even if he were tough. “I‘m going to

and roared. Then he pressed the walkie–talkie button

suddenly a yell. “Stop the

the young man cursed without

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

to!” The crowd subconsciously

middle–aged man in a buttoned–up collar suit, followed by two attendants, was striding over grimly. The wealthy businessmen onlookers froze when they saw the middle–aged

slightly. “The middle–aged man

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