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!”

coldly, stomped on the accelerator, and zoomed away, completely ignoring

On the other side.

the Soaring

held his breath, and walked carefully

your

office, his tone

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

as he tucked his tail in as much as he

down if you’re

“F*ck!”

shot up from his seat abruptly, reached for the ashtray

“Boom!”

to flinch as

“Plop!”

down sprawled on the floor, blood trickling down from his

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 dare to

blow on

“You blind idiot!

comes and allows you to stand up!” After smashing the ashtray on the ground, Flint

was very

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, he

“I don‘t want explanations.

just want to see

time again. Is that right?” Sean‘s tone was calm, but it was tliis calmness that made Flint tremble with rear like he was about

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

here, and when you come over, he would apologize to you personally...” Flint

“No need.

you‘re a beautiful wine glass. If I

Who was he?

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

not arrogance,

He understood the