The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 352

Mr. Matthews had received benefits from Quill Zimmer, so he was willing to reveal some things to him.

However, there were things that he did not dare to mention, not even a peep.

“Why are the Quinns untouchable?”

Quill was confused. The Quinn family were an empty shell of its past now. Unless, they had backgrounds that Quill did not know about?

“Young Master Zimmer, I’ll just give you some advice since we have gotten to know each other.

“If you don’t want the Zimmer family to get into trouble, please don’t touch the Quinn family.

“If you refuse to listen to me, just take it as I’ve said nothing. However, from today onwards, don’t go telling people that you know me.”

After Sam finished talking, he hung up quickly.

Quill was left flabbergasted in his car.

Was Sam telling the truth?

Why could he not touch the Quinns?

Quill had no idea that the Quinns had such formidable background.

How would they get the Zimmer family in trouble?

“Pffft, what nonsense!

“If I believe you, I’m af l!

“Mere idiots of the Quinn family, how could they cause trouble to us, the Zimmers?

“What a ridiculous joke!”

on the accelerator, and zoomed away, completely ignoring Sam’s

On the other side.

the Soaring

down, held his breath, and walked carefully

with your phone

his office, his tone was

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

he tucked his tail in as much as he could, looking as small and careful as he

if

“F*ck!”

from his seat abruptly, reached for the ashtray on his table, and smashed it hard, right on Sam‘s

“Boom!”

to flinch as he endured the

“Plop!”

sprawled on the floor, blood trickling down from his

People of the underworld had their ways of doing things and were subjected to the laws of the underworld. If one could survive in the underworld, how could they not be violent? For Flint to be where he was, for him to be able to control hundreds of subordinates that did not dare to go against him, he had to be

on Sam

“You blind idiot!

After smashing the ashtray on

very

the other end of the phone call, Sean asked softly. “... Yes, yes... Mr. Lennon, please listen to my explanation...” Flint was acting very deferential, he was

“I don‘t want explanations.

want to

me time and time again. Is that right?” Sean‘s

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

Lennon, I already have Sam Matthews kneeling down here, and when you come over,

“No need.

you up on the mountains, I can also bury you in the valleys. “If 1, Sean Lennon am with you, you‘re a beautiful wine glass. If I am not, you‘re nothing but shards of broken glass.” Sean spoke slowly. He had never regarded

Who was he?

were those that were with him as they battled and bathed in blood! Flint Howard and the likes of him, frankly, were nothing but tools to him. They had no rights or qualifications to be

arrogance, but liarsh

was a clever man. He