The Guardian's Sword

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 192

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.

eight strong men with weapons fought against a

the lame man ended up knocking seven or eight strong men

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

around them discussed with

shocked a

whatever means you

baton away and slowly leaned on the

“You! You!”

broken even forgot the pain and

must make you pay

the walkie–talkie and call all

my head off if

babbled and grabbed a walkie–talkie from a security

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

the Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel. He did not believe that the cripple before

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

Just then, there was suddenly a yell.

man cursed

Then another cold shout.ang.

“How dare you!

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

collar suit, followed by two attendants, was striding over

his eye slightly. “The

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

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