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.”

Madam Quinn replied with a

rolled

thinking if Sean did call

someone with a

about finding someone to frighten Sean

idea was laughable if Sean was capable of

you cut it

do you know these

could a cripple

could not believe for the life of her that Sean could get a hundred people to

“But… but…”

scratched his head but still could not tell

the 100 men in black trench coats surrounded

to attack Sean paled and trembled

them

say that delinquents like them were unworthy

chattered with fear when they saw the

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

black trench coats held a steel pipe with one hand

I’m here to run some

the strong man and walked forward as

called Mr. Kyle as he

Slap!

C

sneer on his face, Mr. Kyle reached out and slapped away the cigarette held by the young man

with dyed blonde hair dared not get angry, still standing

are you

permission to bring people with you

with dyed blonde hair, shaking the steel

“Mr. Kyle, We… we…

paid

trembled, feeling a sense of foreboding in his