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!”

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

On the other side.

the Soaring

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

your phone

his office, his tone

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

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

if

“F*ck!”

from his seat abruptly, reached for the ashtray on his table, and smashed it

“Boom!”

to flinch as he endured

“Plop!”

floor,

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

on Sam

“You blind idiot!

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

very

softly. “... Yes, yes... Mr. Lennon, please listen

“I don‘t want explanations.

just want

you on that position just for your subordinates to come to attack me time and time again. Is that right?” Sean‘s tone was calm, but it was tliis calmness that made Flint tremble

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

and when you come over, he would apologize

“No need.

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?

with him as they battled and bathed in blood! Flint Howard

was not arrogance, but liarsh

man. He understood the reality