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,

On the other side.

Soaring

down, held his

with your

sat in his office, his tone was

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

in as much as

down if

“F*ck!”

for the ashtray on his table, and

“Boom!”

not dare to flinch as

“Plop!”

down sprawled on the floor, blood trickling down

utter a single 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,

blow on Sam was

“You blind idiot!

Mr. Lennon comes and allows you to stand up!” After smashing the ashtray on the ground, Flint picked up his phone

very polite before

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

“I don‘t want explanations.

just want

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

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

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

“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 had never

Who was he?

commander in the army, the only Nine–star Commander. In the vastness of the military world, no one would disobey him, for he was king. His comrades were those that were with him as they battled and bathed in blood! Flint

not arrogance, but liarsh

man. He understood the reality