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, completely

On the other side.

the Soaring

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

your

his office, his

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

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

if

“F*ck!”

abruptly, reached for the ashtray on his table, and

“Boom!”

flinch as he

“Plop!”

the floor,

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 that did not

blow on Sam was

“You blind idiot!

up!” After smashing the ashtray on the ground, Flint picked up his phone and gave Sean a call.

was very polite

the phone call, Sean asked softly. “... Yes, yes... Mr. Lennon, please listen to

“I don‘t want explanations.

want to see

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

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

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

“No need.

you, you‘re a beautiful wine glass. If I am not, you‘re nothing but shards of broken glass.” Sean

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

was not arrogance, but

clever man. He understood the reality