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,

On the other side.

Soaring

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

with your phone

sat in his office,

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

as he tucked his tail in as much as

down if you’re

“F*ck!”

the ashtray on his table, and

“Boom!”

to flinch as he endured

“Plop!”

floor, blood trickling

word as he struggled to kneel once again. People 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? For Flint to be where he was, for him to be able to control hundreds of subordinates that did not

on Sam

“You blind idiot!

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.

very polite before

other end of the phone call, Sean asked softly. “... Yes, yes... Mr. Lennon,

“I don‘t want explanations.

want to see

placed you on that position just 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...”

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

“No need.

you, you‘re a beautiful wine glass.

Who was he?

for he was king. His comrades were those that were with him as they battled

was not arrogance,

was a clever man. He