The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

The man fell straight to the ground and convulsed, almost unable to breathe.

Jagoan snatched away the dagger in the man’s hand. The dagger whooshed in his hand. His thrusts were so precise that every spot he hit was not enough to kill the men. However, it gave these people unbearable pain.

Under Jagoan’s fluid movements, the men could not do anything to him. They all fell in a pool of blood, screaming miserably. Then, more people rushed in.

Jagoan took care of them in the same way.

There were six groups of people. And all ended like previous batch.

The man could not endure it anymore as he witnessed this, he shouted furiously, “What the hell is wrong with you people?! Are you trying to kill yourself?! You keep sending people here in batches! Don’t you think it’s embarrassing enough?!”

Jagoan responded with a smile. “Or what? This is a bar, not some empty field. This is how you do it if you want to handle this with minimal fuss. But I don’t think you can handle it today.”

Using daggers? Sending people here in batches?

man shouted, another dozen

and left the door open, Jagoan saw what they

be careful…” Jagoan

weapons at each man’s waist, pointed the trigger at each man’s head, and

happened to close. The room was sound-proofed, and the weapons had a silencer, and the music was so loud outside that no one could hear

the room. However, blood splattered everywhere inside the

two more of their companions die

guy get

guy already shot us. If we waste

“Shoot! Hurry!”

they shouted, the men remembered to aim at