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, and zoomed away, completely ignoring

On the other side.

the Soaring

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

your phone

his office, his tone

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

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

down if you’re

“F*ck!”

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

“Boom!”

to flinch as he endured

“Plop!”

floor, blood trickling down from

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?

blow 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 phone and gave Sean a call.

was very polite

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

“I don‘t want explanations.

just want to

that right?” Sean‘s

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

and when you come over,

“No need.

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?

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,

arrogance, but liarsh

was a clever man. He understood the reality