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!”

stomped on the accelerator, and zoomed away,

On the other side.

the Soaring

placed his phone down, held his breath, and

with your

in his office, his tone was

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

he tucked his tail in as much as he

if you’re

“F*ck!”

seat abruptly, reached for the ashtray on his table, and smashed it

“Boom!”

not dare to flinch as

“Plop!”

the floor, blood trickling down from his

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

on

“You blind idiot!

the ashtray on the ground, Flint picked up his phone and gave Sean a call. “Cough. Hello, Mr. Lennon, i–it‘s

very polite before

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

“I don‘t want explanations.

want to see

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

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

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

“No need.

listen carefully. I can put you up on the mountains, I can also bury you in the valleys. “If 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

Who was he?

of the military world, no one would disobey him, for he was king. His comrades were those that were with him as they battled

was not arrogance, but

a clever man. He understood the reality