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!”

the accelerator, and

On the other side.

the Soaring Wyvern

his phone down, held his breath, and walked carefully before

your

sat in his office, his tone

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

in a curl as he tucked his tail in as much as

down if

“F*ck!”

for the ashtray on his table, and smashed it hard, right on

“Boom!”

dare to flinch as he endured

“Plop!”

sprawled on the floor, blood trickling down

If one could survive in the underworld, how could they not be violent? For Flint to

on

“You blind idiot!

Mr. Lennon comes and allows you to stand up!” After smashing the ashtray on the ground, Flint

was very polite

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

“I don‘t want explanations.

just want to

and time again. Is that right?” Sean‘s tone was calm, but it was

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

“Mr. Lennon, I already have Sam Matthews kneeling down here, and when you

“No need.

Lennon am with you, you‘re a beautiful wine glass. If I am not, you‘re nothing but shards of broken glass.”

Who was he?

His comrades 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

was not arrogance,

clever man. He understood the reality