The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 908

“Mr. Lennon, are you okay?”

“It’s great that you’re okay. It’s great that you’re okay!”

Damian and the others gathered around and were relieved to see that Sean and Candy were safe.

“Harry, stay and take care of this place.

“Zander, you’re coming with me.”

Sean nodded to the crowd before getting into the car.

“Yes!”

Zander replied immediately and followed Sean into the car.

Damian and the others stayed back to deal with the aftermath.

“Tie them all up!

“Anyone who touches Mr. Lennon’s little girl must have a death wish!”

At Damian’s command, Gordon, Hayden, and the government agents they brought with them rushed inside.

Everyone froze at the sight of what happened inside.

Did Sean defeat over 20 people all by himself?

What a terrifying fighter!

Gordon was silent for a moment before looking up at Hayden and whispering.

“Hsss. Old Luke, I still think Mr. Lennon killed Charles…

Sean was the prime suspect in Charles’s death.

An eyewitness also saw Sean leaving Charles’s casino.

Then came the news that Charles had died.

However, Sean was in a wheelchair at the time. Besides, Damian was there, so Gordon had to drop Sean as a suspect.

in front of him, Gordon brought it

fighter that he killed a man even though he was in a wheelchair

what if

power. Can’t you be

it and began handcuffing the man

human

gently,

what Charles did better than

he scared to do? What had he

City is now much safer than it used to

promoted Flint, their precinct

“But… But…”

and wanted

“But what?

least no drugs are circulating in River City since Mr.

you think is responsible for

shut

The world had rules.

no control over the

table even if they cracked down

However, Sean was different.

pretty much solved

it if Sean

his men dared not

Sean.

that’s enough. I get

stopped talking, and

Sean’s side.

drove back

fell soundly asleep in Sean’s arms

slightly relieved after touching Candy’s head and ensuring

found out who is

asked as he

out the phone he took from the scar-faced

labeled “Boss” amongst

and held the phone to his

Beep! Beep!