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!

the closed door in front

indeed in the

standing near the windowsill with his hands clinging to it,

was trying to get out through

turned around to meet Sean’s eyes when he heard

face was ghastly

Sean’s eyes

indeed right about

Flint, are

slowly forward with a playful

When did you

windowsill

Swoosh!

on his lips, Sean grabbed Flint’s hair and pressed

hard as his head immediately dropped to Sean’s

“Boss Flint!”

black outside the hallway were

“F*ck off!”

immediately snapped, his

“Wait… wait outside.”

slightly

in black frowned in silence for a few seconds, but they stood

I don’t know what