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!”

on the accelerator, and zoomed

On the other side.

the Soaring

down, held his breath, and walked carefully

your phone

office,

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

up in a curl as he tucked his tail in as much as he could, looking as small

down if

“F*ck!”

for the ashtray on his table, and smashed it

“Boom!”

flinch as he endured

“Plop!”

the floor, blood trickling down

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

blow on Sam was

“You blind idiot!

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

was very polite before

“... Yes, yes... Mr. Lennon, please listen to my explanation...” Flint was acting very deferential, he was almost kneeling down as well

“I don‘t want explanations.

just want

right?” Sean‘s tone was calm, but it was tliis calmness that made Flint tremble with rear

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

stammered, he was deathly 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 breath as plead laced his

“No need.

1, Sean Lennon am with you, you‘re a beautiful wine glass. If I am not, you‘re nothing but shards of broken glass.” Sean spoke slowly. He had never regarded Flint and the rest as his

Who was he?

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 rights or qualifications

arrogance, but

man. He understood the reality of