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.”

Sending people here

shouted, another dozen people rushed

open, Jagoan saw what they carried around their waists. It was no doubt real

careful…”

front of the two, pulled out the weapons at each man’s waist, pointed the trigger at each man’s head, and

had a silencer, and the music was so loud outside that no

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

who saw two more of their companions die were

did this guy get his hands

shot us. If

“Shoot! Hurry!”

they shouted, the men remembered to aim at Jagoan and pull the