The Guardian's Sword

Chapter 192

Bonk!

He hit him right in the head, and the security guard fell to the ground.

Then Sean hit three more people with a sweep of the baton.

He seemed at ease with the common rubber baton.

He was so quick it was impossible to see his movements.

Bonk! Bonk! Bonk!

The sound of a baton hitting bodies rang again and again. Then the seven or eight security guards screamed and fell to the ground one by one.

They used the same weapon, but it depended on who was using it.

These ordinary people were no match for Sean.

At the very least, any security guard Sean hit with the baton would tremble in so much pain that they had to retreat.

At the very worst, their bones would be fractured, and they would scream in pain.

He did not stop as guards went flying here and there. In less than a minute, the fight was over. Seven or eight security guards lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Sean was still in the wheelchair, twirling the black rubber baton.

He kept a straight face as he remained indifferent.

The young man froze while the rich people around them were stunned.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Seven or eight strong men with weapons fought

knocking seven or eight strong men to

as if they were filming a movie. “This crip... This young man isn‘t ordinary. He knows martial arts. “He really isn‘t. I want him to be my bodyguard. He could charge any price.

businessmen and billionaires around them discussed

confrontation instantly shocked

means you

away and slowly leaned on the back

“You! You!”

young man who had his fingers broken even forgot

I must make

and call all the

off if I don‘t kill you

grabbed a walkie–talkie from a security

accommodation, and so on. With such a vast area of land, security forces were also

no fewer than one hundred security guards in the Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel. He did not believe that the cripple before him could knock over a hundred people even if he

teeth and roared.

there was suddenly a yell.

the young man cursed without

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

talking to!” The crowd

was striding over grimly. The wealthy

also narrowed his eye slightly. “The middle–aged man looks

man who was ready to summon others on the walkie–talkie instantly turned pale as soon as he yol a good look at the man. “Mr... Mr. Zigger, what are you doing here?” The young man hurriedly put down the walkie–talkie and put on an obsequious smiling face.