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, completely ignoring

On the other side.

the Soaring

held his breath, and walked

with your

office,

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

his tail in as much as he could, looking as small and

down if

“F*ck!”

for the ashtray

“Boom!”

dare to flinch as he endured

“Plop!”

the floor, blood

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?

on Sam

“You blind idiot!

ashtray on the ground,

very polite

is the second time now, 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 was almost kneeling

“I don‘t want explanations.

want to

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

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

already have Sam Matthews kneeling down here, and when you come over, he would apologize to you personally...” Flint took a deep breath as

“No need.

a beautiful wine glass. If I am not, you‘re nothing but shards of broken glass.” Sean spoke slowly. He had never regarded Flint

Who was he?

disobey him, for he was king. His comrades were those that were with him as they battled and bathed

not arrogance, but

clever man. He understood the