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?”

rolled twice

“I’m not sure.”

Quinn replied with a slight

apple rolled again as

if Sean did call

be someone

Sean n thus kick

was laughable if Sean was

you

do you know

cripple know these

She could not believe for the life of her that Sean could get

“But… but…”

scratched his head but still could

men in black trench coats surrounded Sean with weapons

men who were going to attack

could idle low–level delinquents like them compare with

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

chattered with fear when they saw the fierce–looking thugs walk

me see who the f*ck is trying to make themselves the boss

held a steel pipe with one hand over his shoulder as he stepped forward

I’m

man with dyed blonde hair recognized the strong man and walked forward

Mr. Kyle as

Slap!

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slapped

dyed blonde hair dared not get

are you

to bring people

young man with dyed blonde hair, shaking the

“Mr. Kyle, We… we…

paid to do

with dyed blonde hair trembled, feeling a sense of foreboding in