The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 541

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

“I’m not sure.”

replied

rolled

thinking if Sean

be someone with a terrifying

frighten Sean n thus kick him out of the Quinn

Simon’s idea was laughable if Sean was capable of

will you cut

do you

could a cripple know these

could not believe for the life of her that Sean

“But… but…”

scratched his head but still could not

trench coats surrounded Sean with weapons

going to attack

low–level delinquents like them compare with

like them were unworthy of

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

the f*ck is trying to make themselves the boss of

a steel pipe with

Mr. Kyle, it’s me. I’m here to run some

dyed blonde hair recognized the strong man

as

Slap!

C

and slapped away the cigarette held by the young

man with dyed blonde hair dared not

me, what are you doing

gave you permission to bring people

Kyle asked the young man with dyed blonde hair, shaking the steel pipe in his

“Mr. Kyle, We… we…

only paid to

dyed blonde hair trembled, feeling a sense of foreboding

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