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

On the other side.

the Soaring Wyvern

phone down, held his breath, and walked carefully

your phone

sat 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

if you’re

“F*ck!”

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

“Boom!”

flinch as

“Plop!”

the floor, blood trickling down from

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

on

“You blind idiot!

allows you to stand up!” After smashing the ashtray on the ground, Flint picked up his phone and gave Sean a

very polite

“... Yes, yes... Mr. Lennon, please

“I don‘t want explanations.

just want to

to attack me time and time again. Is that right?” Sean‘s

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

afraid. “Mr. Lennon, I already have Sam Matthews kneeling down here, and when you come over, he would apologize to you personally...” Flint took a deep

“No need.

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

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 and the likes of him, frankly, were nothing but tools to him. They had no

arrogance,

man. He