The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 541

Under the lights, hundreds of bald thugs marched forward in unison.

Their black trench coats flapped in the wind, making them look grim.

The surrounding crowd of onlookers subconsciously stepped back.

No one dared to stop these people.

“Haha, are you gonna attack?”

A strong man in front of the crowd of men in black trench coats sneered before opening his coat to take out a gleaming steel pipe from around his waist. 1

Swoosh!

Swoosh! Swoosh!

When the strong man took out the steel pipe, those behind him followed suit.

Hundreds of fierce–looking strong men in black made a terrifying sight for others with the weapons in their hands.

The crowd outside winced and stepped back silently again.

Shane and Jay widened their eyes and looked on in shock.

Whose men were these?

They did not bring them here!

It was just Sean. They thought more than 30 delinquents could take Sean down easily, so they would not bring that many people here.

Then what were these people doing here?

The crowd in the hotel lobby on the first floor was also slightly confused.

It looked like a scene from a movie, making them find it unrealistic.

“Grandma, these people aren’t here to help Sean, are they?”

apple rolled twice before

“I’m not sure.”

Madam Quinn replied

apple rolled again as

thinking if Sean did call

be someone with a terrifying

about finding someone to frighten Sean n thus kick him

idea was laughable if Sean was capable of

will you cut

do you know

a cripple know

life of her that Sean

“But… but…”

but

black trench coats surrounded Sean

young men who were going to attack Sean

delinquents like them compare with people from

no exaggeration to say that delinquents like them were unworthy of holding

fear when they saw

who the f*ck is trying to make themselves

strong man leading the men in black trench coats held a steel pipe with one hand over

I’m here to

with dyed blonde hair recognized the strong man

called Mr. Kyle as he took out a

Slap!

C

slapped away the cigarette held by

with dyed blonde hair dared not get angry,

me, what are you

gave you permission to bring people with

asked the young man with dyed blonde hair, shaking the

“Mr. Kyle, We… we…

only paid to

hair trembled, feeling a sense of