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.

one expected such a result. Seven or eight strong men with weapons fought

the lame man ended up knocking seven or eight strong men

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. “You probably

businessmen and billionaires around them discussed with shock on

bold confrontation instantly shocked a lot

means you

the black rubber baton away and slowly leaned on the

“You! You!”

young man who had his fingers broken even forgot the pain and looked at

must make

and call all the security guards to come

head off if I

babbled and grabbed a walkie–talkie

contained sections for leisure, entertainment, accommodation, and so on. With such a vast area of land, security

the cripple before him could knock over a hundred people even if he were tough. “I‘m

teeth and roared. Then he pressed the

then, there was suddenly a yell. “Stop the

young man cursed

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

you‘re talking to!” The crowd subconsciously turned their heads around to

buttoned–up collar suit, followed by two attendants, was striding over grimly. The

slightly. “The middle–aged man

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. Even though he was