The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 623

He dared to cause trouble at Flint’s headquarters. Unless Sean was the son of the head of River City, he would never see the light of day.

Sean walked up the top steps before turning around and slowly disappearing from view.

All the people down there waited for Sean to be thrown out with his legs broken.

The second floor of the club.

Sean turned and stepped into the hallway. After a glance, he headed straight to the deepest room in the hallway.

At least a hundred strong men in black were on either side of the corridor.

The strong men in black were even more imposing than the young men behind Mr. Herman. Everyone was at least 30 years old. They helped Flint build his career with him.

Hundreds of people on either side stared at Sean without saying anything.

Sean did not even glance at them. He was domineering as he walked among the crowd.

He even vaguely reversed the flow of pressure from the one hundred people that had gathered back to them.

When Sean reached the deepest part of the hallway, the strong men in black remained motionless, none of them daring to speak.

Bang!

at the closed door in front of him and kicked

indeed

just that he was standing near the windowsill with his hands clinging to

he was trying to get out through

Sean’s eyes when he

was

in Sean’s

indeed

are you

with a playful

Lennon? When did you come,

the windowsill and stepped toward

Swoosh!

sneer on his lips, Sean

pressed hard as his head immediately dropped to

“Boss Flint!”

the

“F*ck off!”

snapped, his eyes

“Wait… wait outside.”

his teeth slightly as he gave

frowned in silence for a few seconds, but they stood in the doorway and did not

Lennon, I don’t know what I