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!”

huffed coldly, stomped on the accelerator,

On the other side.

Soaring Wyvern

phone down, held his breath, and walked

with your phone

sat in his office, his

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

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

down if you’re

“F*ck!”

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

“Boom!”

to flinch as he endured the

“Plop!”

fell down sprawled on the floor, blood trickling down from his

word as he struggled to kneel once again. 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

on Sam was

“You blind idiot!

smashing the ashtray on the ground, Flint picked up his phone and gave

was very polite

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

“I don‘t want explanations.

want

your subordinates to come to attack me time and time again. Is that right?” Sean‘s tone was

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

Sam Matthews kneeling down here, and when you come over,

“No need.

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

Who was he?

disobey him, for he was king. 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

was not arrogance, but

was a clever man. He