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

“I’m not sure.”

replied

Adam’s apple rolled again as

not help thinking if Sean did call

must be someone with a

Sean n thus kick him out of the

idea was laughable if Sean was

you

you know

could a cripple know

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

“But… but…”

head but still could not

men in black trench coats surrounded Sean with

men who were going to attack

them compare

was no exaggeration to say that delinquents like them were unworthy

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

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

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

I’m here to run some

with dyed blonde hair recognized the strong

called Mr. Kyle as he

Slap!

C

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

hair dared not get

me, what are

you permission to bring people with you

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

“Mr. Kyle, We… we…

paid to

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