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 zoomed away,

On the other side.

the Soaring Wyvern

held his breath,

with your

in his office,

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

was hunched up in a curl as he tucked his tail in as much as he could, looking as small

down if you’re

“F*ck!”

ashtray on his

“Boom!”

not dare to flinch as he endured the

“Plop!”

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

blow on Sam

“You blind idiot!

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

very polite before

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

“I don‘t want explanations.

want

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

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

stammered, he was deathly afraid. “Mr. Lennon, I already have Sam Matthews kneeling down here, and when you come over, he would apologize to you personally...” Flint took a

“No need.

with you, you‘re a beautiful wine glass. If I

Who was he?

one would 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 him. They had no rights or qualifications to be deemed as his

not arrogance, but liarsh

clever man. He understood the reality