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

“I’m not sure.”

Madam Quinn replied with

Adam’s apple rolled again

not help thinking if Sean did

must be someone with

someone to frighten Sean n thus kick him out of the Quinn

was laughable if Sean was

will you

do you know these

could a cripple know

for the life of her that Sean could get a hundred

“But… but…”

but still could not

black trench coats surrounded Sean with

going to

delinquents like them compare with people

like them were

delinquents paled as their teeth chattered with fear when they saw

is trying to

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

it’s me. I’m here

with dyed blonde hair recognized the

Mr. Kyle as he took

Slap!

C

out and slapped away the cigarette held by the young man with dyed blonde

hair dared not get angry, still standing

me, what are

permission to bring

blonde hair, shaking the steel

“Mr. Kyle, We… we…

paid

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