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.”

roared, “How irritating! Using daggers? Sending people here in batches? Is there something

the man shouted, another dozen people rushed

left the door open, Jagoan saw what they carried around their waists. It was no doubt

careful…” Jagoan

the weapons at each

room was sound-proofed, and the weapons had a silencer, and the music was so loud

still dancing wildly outside the room. However, blood splattered everywhere

more of their companions die were

this guy get his hands on

already shot us. If we waste any

“Shoot! Hurry!”

to aim at Jagoan