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?”

Adam’s apple rolled twice before

“I’m not sure.”

Madam Quinn replied with a

rolled again as he

not help thinking if Sean did call

someone with

finding someone to frighten Sean n thus kick him out of

was laughable if Sean was capable of

will you cut

you know these

a cripple know these

her that Sean could get a hundred people

“But… but…”

his head but

in black trench coats surrounded Sean

men who were going to attack Sean paled

them compare with people from the

say that delinquents like them were unworthy of

with fear when

the f*ck is trying to make themselves the

man leading the men in black trench coats held a steel pipe with one hand over his shoulder as he stepped

Kyle, it’s me. I’m here to run

hair recognized the strong man and walked forward as

called Mr. Kyle as

Slap!

C

reached out and slapped

hair dared not

what are you doing

permission to bring people

Kyle asked the young man with dyed blonde hair, shaking the

“Mr. Kyle, We… we…

only paid to

hair trembled, feeling a sense of foreboding in