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

the man shouted, another dozen

in and left the door open, Jagoan saw what they carried around their waists. It

be careful…”

Jagoan immediately jumped in front of the two, pulled out the weapons at each man’s

and the weapons had a silencer, and the music was so loud

room. However, blood

of their companions die

did this guy get his hands

the right time for that? This guy already shot us. If we waste any more time,

“Shoot! Hurry!”

they shouted, the men remembered to aim at Jagoan and