The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 620

Judging by the attitude of the dozens of young men, it was clear that the identity of the person who came here must be someone important!

Some people around the door looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Sure enough, a young man in his thirties walked out with no less than 20 young men behind.

him.

The young man in the front had a fierce look in his eyes.

There was a scar on his left eyebrow dividing the eyebrow in two, which made him look even more rugged.

The 20 young men that were behind him were all wearing black stretch vests and their arms were tattooed with dragons and tigers.

With these people around him, the young man who walked in the front looked even more imposing and fierce.

The dangerous look in his eyes seemed that no one deserved to be in his eyes.

“Mr. Herman!”

The two beautiful attendants at the door, the dozens of security guards who were going to attack Sean, as well as some rubberneckers, all greeted him politely.

Even Hank also greeted him politely.

In places like Soaring Wyvern Nightclub, the security guards were divided into external security and internal security.

The external security guards were those ordinary security guards and they were just employees.

The internal security guards were all subordinates under Flint and their nature was different.

At this time, those more than 20 young men behind Mr. Herman were the internal security guards in this nightclub.

They were the real tough bouncers here.

As the head of these people, this demonstrated the status of Mr. Herman.

It was said that even Flint valued him very much.

“What happened?”

stepped forward and asked

this person is looking for Boss

name and said that if Boss Flint wasn’t there, just to call Boss Flint

the beautiful attendants

I know

(tapte #624)

doesn’t know anything and he just

a step forward and said to Mr.

“Is it?”

on the corner

himself as a guest, then don’t blame me for not

head slowly and looked at Sean

are you a

were full of ridicule with coldness in his

like this,

dozens of menacing

without batting an eye. Deep in his eyes, a hint of

“I’m Sean Lennon.‘

there was still

he slowly took out his

not want to waste too much time

Lennon, what’s up with

could not help shaking their

“Sean Lennon?

“Which Sean Lennon?”

confused when he heard the words and asked with a frown soon

Herman’s question, Sean

do you

wanted to call Flint

Howard hasn’t mentioned this

with a meaningful

“You!”

the words, there was a strange

deliberately frowned and pondered for two seconds and suddenly

Flint did tell us that there is a Mr.

friend is a cripple in a

Herman frowned slightly and