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!”

accelerator, and zoomed

On the other side.

the Soaring

placed his phone down, held his breath, and

with your phone

in his office, his tone was

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

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

down if

“F*ck!”

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

“Boom!”

flinch as he endured the

“Plop!”

floor, blood trickling

things and were subjected to the laws of the underworld. If one could survive in

on Sam

“You blind idiot!

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. “Cough. Hello, Mr. Lennon, i–it‘s

was very polite

is the second time now, right?” On 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.

just want

and time again. Is that right?” Sean‘s tone was

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

kneeling down here, and when you come over, he would apologize to you personally...” Flint took a deep breath as plead laced

“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

Who was 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

was not arrogance,

man. He understood the reality of