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

his phone down, held his breath, and walked carefully before Flint

with your

his office,

“Y–yes, Boss Flint…”

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

if you’re

“F*ck!”

his seat abruptly, reached for the ashtray on his table, and smashed it hard, right on Sam‘s

“Boom!”

flinch as he

“Plop!”

down sprawled on the floor,

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, how could they not be

on

“You blind idiot!

After smashing the ashtray on the ground, Flint picked up his phone and gave Sean a call. “Cough. Hello, Mr.

was very polite

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

“I don‘t want explanations.

just want to

to attack me time and time again. Is that right?” Sean‘s tone was calm, but it was tliis calmness that made Flint

“M–Mr. Lennon...”

here, and when you come over, he

“No need.

“If 1, Sean Lennon am with you, you‘re a beautiful wine glass. If I am not,

Who was he?

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 Howard and the likes of him, frankly, were nothing but tools to him. They had no rights or qualifications to be

was not arrogance, but

clever man. He