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!”

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

On the other side.

the Soaring Wyvern

his breath, and walked carefully

your phone

sat in his office,

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

a curl as he tucked his tail in as much as he could, looking

if

“F*ck!”

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

“Boom!”

did not dare to flinch as he

“Plop!”

fell down sprawled on the floor, blood trickling down

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

blow on Sam

“You blind idiot!

comes and allows you to stand up!” After smashing the ashtray on the ground, Flint picked up his phone and gave Sean a call. “Cough. Hello, Mr. Lennon, i–it‘s

was very polite before

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

“I don‘t want explanations.

just want to

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 with rear like he

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

he was deathly afraid. “Mr. Lennon, I already have Sam Matthews kneeling down here, and when you come over, he would

“No need.

“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

Who was he?

were with him as

arrogance, but liarsh

He understood the