The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 1472

However, while the idea was great on paper, the reality was often crushing.

Zander stood alone in front of Sean.

Not only was he intimidating, but he was also formidably strong.

Twenty security guards rushed over, but Zander dodged left and right, knocking over several people.

He was going so fast that they could not even touch his clothes.

He was so strong that they could not even take a punch.

In the face of such a gap in strength, numbers would not cut it.

Even if you had a bunch of people, how would you fight if you could not even touch their clothes?

Bang!

Thump!

Boom!

There were scuffling, screams, and people falling to the ground.

Zander had beaten most of the over 20 men in less than two minutes.

There were only four security guards left standing.

Everyone else was lying on the ground groaning.

Their injuries were also serious. They either had broken bones, or their teeth were knocked out.

They did not know because Zander did not go all the way.

If they were on the battlefield, Zander would not hesitate to kill them with one shot.

hesitated when dealing with things in the outside

Zander’s prowess intimidated

have the guts

lowered their heads in silence even if Remy yelled in the

a joke? They were no

they knew fighting

bear their hospital costs, they still

a security guard here was only a job.

one would give their life for a job.

did not step forward even

“Are you deaf?

them! I’ll get someone

at the four remaining

one moved as if they were

Remy was exasperated.

up his phone

the heir of the Sullivan family, many underground people wanted to make friends

get dozens or hundreds of people with a

he put up with Sean’s anger when he was

Sean Lennon, aren’t you?

who you are and whether your

kill you today, and no one can

Remy Sullivan, said so. I will kill you or I’ll write my name upside

swore angrily at Sean as he dialed

his mind

Wes out

now made

all, Sean had slapped him thrice, and he could not

Just wait for

Joules Town, whoever I want to kill will

the phone and held it to his ear, still snorting coldly.

son of the head of Joules Town dare not

gave you

a deep voice came from behind