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.

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

lame man ended up knocking seven or eight

was 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. “You probably can‘t impress a guy like that

and billionaires around them discussed

confrontation instantly shocked a

means

and slowly leaned on the back of the

“You! You!”

fingers broken even forgot the pain and looked at Sean in

I must make

call all

off if I don‘t kill

and grabbed a walkie–talkie from

Hotel was nearly thirty floors high and contained sections for leisure, entertainment, accommodation, and

did not believe that the cripple before him could knock over a hundred people even if he were tough. “I‘m going to kill

man gritted his teeth and roared. Then he pressed the walkie–talkie button

Just then, there was suddenly a

young man

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

know who you‘re talking to!” The crowd subconsciously turned

striding over grimly. The wealthy businessmen onlookers froze

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

Mr. Zigger, what are you doing here?” The young man hurriedly put down the walkie–talkie and put on an obsequious smiling